It was just me getting on my bike, driving 10 minutes or less, parking the bike, going to meeting spot, taking the money, kneeling down, opening his p...nts, sucking for 2 or 3 minutes, swallowing, getting back onto bike, and driving home.I’ll write about the logistical details of being a slut on day 2, when and I learned how to plan, so now I can jump to the evening client. I got some replies for the evening and no one wanted a quickie. The evening client wanted me to visit him at home and he. . I can’t tell you,” I said through my tears.“I guess that tells me all that I need to know,” he said as he headed towards the door.“Adam, don’t go, please don’t go,” I cried.“Are you going to answer my question?”I just shook my head as I stared at the floor.“I didn’t think so,” he said, then I heard the front door close.What was I going to do now?I felt lost.Both of the men in my life had left me, and I didn’t know if I could get either of them back, or which one I wanted back. Rob was right;. .” My admittance only serves to excite you further, and we both feel your third orgasm arriving, building.Your eyes baby…give it away…always those lusty eyes of yours…dilated widely - mesmerized; your lips form an almost perfect oval as you struggle to inhale your breath - between shuddering waves of pleasure. Hormones course the entire length of your near perfect (to me) sexy body - your g-spot being continuously strummed.I gently urge your head upward and raise myself off of you so you can. She started crying so I pulled her hair really hard and slapped her to make her cry harder, and then I started to fuck her up the asshole. I was sliding her asshole on to my cock by pulling her tied up hands and I was smacking her ass as hard as I could until it turned bright red. The more she cried the harder I fucked her and slapped, spit on and insulted her because my sister Emily is my sexslave and I love fucking her and she loves it when I do it so hard she cries. "what's wrong you cunt?.