“They are either the bravest girls in the world, or the sluttiest ... To do that on tv...”Stacy, casually as she clips, “Could you ever do that?...��Customer #3, “Not on tv...” She chuckles.Cut to Customer #4, another blonde in her 20s, “I’d like to say I wouldn’t – but the idea’s growing on me to be honest.”Cut to Customer #5, a bleach-blonde this time, also in her 20s, “If my boyfriend had his way I’d be doing it all the bloody time...”Cut to Stacy, talking direct to camera, as she cuts another. I resisted, but in the end it was inevitable. He pulled my hand off and started wanking off in front of me, with his other hand he pushed my head into his balls. I had choice but to smell his hairy and very saggy balls. I can only describe the aroma as piss and sweat, the smell you can imagine from a guy who spends 3 nights a week at the pub. I looked up at him, he was staring at me expecting to do something, my mouth on his balls and my face buried deep into his wirey pubes, I poked my tongue. "Yes my Lord. Of course my Lord," I said 'Three bags full my lord," I muttered.He was a loathsome cretin, I really hated him. Short arsed little runt. He was on wife number three. Rumour had it he liked to watch his wives having group sex with well hung black guys. Personally I always suspected he was gay, well all English public schools have buggery after lights out as a compulsory subject don't they?Emma was gorgeous. Honey blonde hair. Blue eyes. Hour glass figure. Today she had it squeezed. I was a little nervous, but very excited for this and with great enthusiasm put him inside of my soft, warm, wet, eager mouth. Now I know he's had blow jobs before, but none from me. I wanted him to feel this for days afterward. So I put every inch of him inside of me as I bobbed my head up and down on his meat. Covering it in spit I licked the sides like it was a melting ice cream cone. Playing with his head with my tongue I heard him moaning and cursing in ecstasy. My favorite part is when he.