It was actually pretty good. She’s a really awesome chick and we even got a fair bit of work done.”“I’m glad to hear it, Bro. I hope things wo...k out for ya.”Scratching the back of his head bashfully, Dillon noted that there was a gap of silence where Damon usually would have contributed something hurtful and low. Looking to him with a puzzled expression, he noticed that his friend wore a face like a slapped arse. It was a scowl so intense it even took Dillon by surprise, and he darted his head. Of course, there was no way ofpredicting which men would simply just log off once they came. I wouldjust suddenly get a message saying the user was no longer connected.Then I would know I just got used like the cheapest of sluts. At onepoint I tried to figure out how many men I had now helped to cum but itwas impossible. There were too many. At least 10 men a night for manyweeks now. I noticed something disconcerting too. I was getting more andmore excited sometimes. I mean from the very first. I noticed a couple of large signs declaring to the unscrupulous customer that the place was under video surveillance. There were four mounted cameras—one in each corner—that had a steady red light indicating that they were indeed doing their job.For a late Thursday morning, the place was pretty active. An older couple was looking over some hunting rifles while a group of four military-type guys was busy checking out various assault rifles at the far counter. A portly middle-aged fellow,. " You have no proof, Anya said quietly, but she was also looking all around."Want me to go down and swear out a complaint against Margie. If they search her place before you can warn her, they likely will find what she used to get my cooperation. Then when she goes into the jackpot, she will roll you up and you know it." What the fuck do you want?" First of all, what's your game?" Look, Margie came on to me. I know she likes girls and I don't go that way. I have heard that you do and you looked.