Encouraged by its work so far, it pushed harder, making his weaves ever more complex. And fragile.Again, recollections and memories faded and shifted ...ith reality following close behind. Both girls clearly remembered dropping out of school and running away from broken homes. Each had found their way to prostitution pretty easily and first met at a gang bang at a frat house years ago. Together, the two girls had handled more than fourteen guys, taking load after load for hours. It had been a. Staying at my sister's." I'm just here for three days," she added."Hey, would you like to have dinner tonight?" Somehow the words just came out of my mouth."I would like that very much." By the way, what is your name?" I asked."Terry," she answered."I'm Alan."I was numb for a moment. A hot-looking girl, impeccably dressed, who writes children's books. My mind was racing. I had to assume any girl who wrote children's books had a certain child-like innocence about her. She probably didn't take. “A-ah, little w-worried, babe,” I groaned out as I watched her jerk me off. “Well, don’t be, I’ll get your mind on something else,” she replied as she pumped my throbbing shaft while rolling the swollen ball sac in the palm of her other hand.“Ooohhh babe, that feels so good,” I said, as I leaned back to get a better view.It wasn't long before I felt my nuts tighten as Joni pumped my shaft and squeezed my balls. She aimed the mushroom shaped cock head at her tits.“Aaarrrggghhh!” I groaned, as. But the one person that was obsessed about my slut was Jude. He used to obsessively objectify Susie. Like how he wanted to put a collar on her and make her do his bidding. Brand her as his slut. Named his cum rag as Susie. He wanted to ask you out at one point but he chickened out at the last moment.I said, “He wanted you to be his slut wife, too bad he’ll be married in 4 days.” Susie seemed a little disappointed at that statement. She said, “Maybe I can still be his slut wife for a few days,”.