This became a very slippery slope, it would start with a few messages but when the conversation turned sexual I'd have this swell of anxiety and ghost...them, I kept telling myself I'm not gay, I have no interest in guy but I kept going back. This time maybe I'd reciprocate, tell them how much I'd like to try sucking their cock, how I would love to be treated like a bitch by them. A few weeks later I find myself exclusively in the gay chat rooms but it wasn't long before I craved more. I needed. Bits of her black hair stuck to her face, the two pink bows she had set up in her hair were now knots. Her face spoke of peace, though usually contorted into a comical expression, or smiling brilliantly, but now every muscle was relaxed. One of her arms dangled off the side of the mattress, her fingers brushed the floor ever so slightly as she twitched in her sleep, her other hand was on her chest. Emilie, a girl, hardly a woman yet really, with reddish brown hair tied messily in a bun, eyes. Easy money and he was right about fifty percent of the time, but not once officially. After I was through he handed me the hundred and was about to say something else when my old buddy Dr. Frost walked up."Doctor." Frost said to my disgruntled watcher."Doctor." Came the reply. Then they looked at each other with their shared near godhood and two very similar smiles, clothes and gear. Undoubtedly related."This gentleman just took me for a hundred bucks" the younger man said."How did he manage. She was now giving me another blowjob and made me erect once again and sat on my dick inserting it on my dick and she asked me to carry her to the bed room i was holding in my arms and carrying her to the bedroom while she was getting fucked by me. She was biting me now and putting her long hair on my face and we reached our bedroom and she was riding hard now leaning on me and making me lick her armpits and she was reaching her orgasm and she shouted sssss sssss sssss sssss sssss ssss ssss.