There was a least 2 dozen men drinking or playing pool. In a loud voice, Jordan announced "This slut needs to raise money. $50 to fuck the hole of you... choice." Christina stood frozen. Jordan was prostituting her with total strangers. A massive man approached and demanded to see what they were paying for. "Strip," ordered Jordan. Christina did as he demanded. The man walked around poking her tits, ass, and pussy. "Get up on that table bitch." he said. Christina climbed onto the pool table. He. “Show me what this prize-winning asshole of yours can do then, Alison,” he muttered as he began to gently tease it with the soft circular motion of his tongue.Alison was struggling to keep control of herself. “Well, I will,” she replied, “but” – and she paused for a moment, trying to work out how she could gain control of this handsome young man too – “only if you sit back and watch. Then I’ll show you my Sexy Talking Asshole Show!”Rob’s face, shiny with cunt-juice, emerged from between. She threw back the sheet and to my surprise there were a number of toys and devices and even a few bottles of lube rolled up against her thighs and she gave me a raised eyebrow as my jaw dropped open. “I have to show you what I like and I do like cock, so what did you expect?” She asked in mock frustration. Then she laughed and picked up a pink bottle. “This is my cinnamon warming jell. First of all, it tastes wonderful but watch what it does to my nipples!” She opened the lid squeezed. Well, other parts of the anatomy." Oh God! Now, the remote sounds dangerous. I'd have to trust the person with the switch. The beaver sounds amazing. You might not even need a man with that one. What's with all the hmms and ers? Are you getting shy on me? I want details. And what about the ones you said would embarrass me?" I guess I am getting shy. Besides, maybe it's not you that would be embarrassed, but me." Oh, please. Remember we are secret and special friends. And, these emails take too.