If I decide to tell everyone what a faggot you are I will. But I might not if you please me as well as you did that man that just finished using you."...Please Jim, Sir, I will do my best." I said trembling. "Then beg to suck my cock slut." He said. "Beg me like you just begged him." May I suck your cock Sir?" I said. I couldn't believe it but the thought of being used again was starting to have the same affect it had each of the last two times. My cock was starting to get hard again at the. Fancy that. Since she’d seen what happened while she was in grad school during the mid-90’s pharmaceutical boom, she wanted to be doubly sure that anything she put her name on was physically safe at the very least, because she knew it would be handed out like breath mints. That wasn’t cynicism, it was just reality. Moore could practically smell the eagerness around the corporate offices, she was given practically anything she could ever want as a researcher–generous budget, extensive. He sneaks a peek at her lovely little tits, her erect nipples pushing out against the fabric of her nightie. “Close them,” she demands. She works down his torso to his groin, then skips his now semi-erect penis and pours oil on his thighs. “Spread them,” she tells him. Joel spreads his legs wide, his penis now aching for her touch. “Are you ready for this,” she asks. “Mmmm,” Joel moans as he raises his hips in anticipation. She squeezes some oil onto his cock and balls. One hand works his. I'd hear him on many nights, tossing and turning, even crying, unable to let go.I was a prom baby (the senior prom), born on Sadie Hawkins Day (Feb.29th). Mom & dad were high school sweethearts, married only a month after graduation, probably because of me, but they counted me as a blessing.I was only three when mom developed the big 'C', and by the time it was diagnosed, it was too late. She left us just three months later, hence dad's devastation.For some reason, he never seemed to relate to.