Why?" BF began messing up her hair in a seemingly practicedway. "There'll be some guards…I know what they'll do to me but you…" shebit her lip, "J...st do exactly as you're told, trust me it'll hurt a lot less." There was the sound of footsteps approaching fromboth ends of the walkway. Cell doors opened followed first by muffled malevoices then by women. It was an orchestra of suffering. Some were moaning,some crying, many shrieking, a few were cursing, and none of them seemed tobe doing it out. He started talking about dirty magazines he found under beds in hotels rooms ( the internet was in its infancy at this point), and jokingly asked me if I wanted to borrow some. I had had a good few drinks by then, and said "too right". He told me to drink up and we went back to his room. The mini bar was soon opened and he was sort of joking about putting a porn movie on. I said I was uncomfortable with that - and I was. I wasn't really up for what I was beginning to suspect was a gay. The fact she expected me with zero consideration of my own schedule just irritated the fuck out of me. I was already dreading every moment.Twenty-four hours later I stood on her doorstep, somewhat disheveled from a late night of absinthe and superb indica. Reluctantly I rang the doorbell, hating myself for my own greed and debauchery that had landed me this abysmal assignment. To my surprise she opened the door herself, wearing designer jeans and a silk blouse that cost more than my car.. After another few minutes I told him I was getting sore.Well, he was huge. He stopped and took my toy from my hand. He licked it and threw it on the floor.He slid out of me and took my hand again.He licked my middle finger and put it fully in his mouth,wetting it.He told me to finish myself so I continued playing with my clitoris.He moved up the bed and put his cock to my lips. I told him he was too big,.He again told me to open and pushed his cock inside my mouth.I sucked the first couple of.