This was such a walk home and it was the longest mile of my life. Spluttering with nervous conversation, I think Sarah giggled more in pity than amuse...ent at my weak jokes.Like any pubescent youth, voices broke, bodies took on hair, and we all measured our cocks. In my later teenage years, I had developed into a wiry and athletic looking creature. The most remarkable thing about me was the protuberance of my penis; it had no sense of proportion to the rest of me. Fully erect, I could hold it. Tiffany didn't say a word, but she felt threatened by Connie. Connie wasthe professional and Tiffany was the new girl and there was a peckingorder to this business."Leave her alone Connie, you've been the star around here for a year nowand shouldn't feel threatened by someone new," responded Janice.Connie just looked at Janice and scowled. Tiffany could see that therewould be no camaraderie in this business and it might be just as well, ifshe became too close to one of the girls it might skew. He grabbed my hair and pulled. His hand cracked like a whip on my ass and I could feel the skin turning hot and bright red. “You like me pounding your cunt and slapping your ass don’t you my little slut?” he asked. “Yes Sir William! I am your dirty whore!” I exclaimed.“Now slut I have a surprise for you” he said as he turned my head towards the kitchen. My jaw dropped when I saw Joe standing there with his cock in one hand and a video camera in the other. I saw him look towards the front door. Girls tend to think vaginas and guys tend to think penises are ugly. Both wonder what the other sees in them. That belief was quite true with us even though we literally had not discussed it in our first twenty years of married life. It might have been more true with me as I was just grateful Ash would even touch the thing. Maybe that's why I could never fathom what the big deal was with gays. She literally had never looked at, much less studied her vagina and touching someone else's,.