“Yes, Sir … pl,” my final word turned into a long animalistic groan as he pushed forward and his cock squeezed into me. His right hand clasped m... bottom firmly as he bucked his hips towards me a second time; a pencil pot fell over next to me. His left hand was between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the desk as he pounded into me a third time. “Yes!” I spat, finding enough traction to push my pussy back onto him, greeting his forth forceful thrust. He was incredibly big and I could feel him. It was a release form and an understanding that I was a contract stripper. I had to put all my personal and contact information. I got to the part where it asked for my height, weight and measurements, including cup size. “Do I really need to put my measurements?”The only reply was “Fill it out completely”, so I did and entered 5’7”, 112 pounds, 36D-22-35. I so wished my ass was about 38 inches, but I guess we can’t have everything.Henry asked me all the predictable questions, had I ever. I asked her yesterday after Gail Wilson called me.”“What about Aunt Karen and Ramon, will they go?” I asked.“Ramon said Thanksgiving was one of his busiest weekends at the steakhouse, and Karen told me she was going to stay and help him. They want more pictures like the ones you took, Rick,” Mom said, and laughed.“Tell her we’ll have some X-rated pics for her this time,” Bonnie said, and we all laughed.“Rick, are you going to take Brandy with you?”“I was just thinking about that; she’d love it. The girls were already calling me a slut, which I did not understand since I was just giving guys blowjobs. None the less I was getting a reputation for being easy. I didn’t care because the passion I felt when with a guy was far more powerful than the urge to be accepted by a bunch of girls that one probably were terrible at sucking dick and two thought that I had to meet some bull shit code or standard to be excepted by them. Summer between my sophomore and junior year I spent most of.