Fridays at work David did even less work than he did during the rest of the week. He probably only really “worked” about 10 hours a week. The re...t of the time he surfed the internet looking at porn, took long lunches where he hooked up with guys to suck off in their cars or in the bathroom of gay bars, he flirted with any woman who was in a subordinate position to him, and complained about how hard he had to work. Just for shits and giggles, to break up the monotony of looking for a cock to. I would greet the models, show them to their rooms. Get anything that my dad and frank needed. Help set up sets, build the dressing rooms and just try to be as helpful as I could. Every once in while a photographer would get rude with me and treat me like I was below him, like I was their personal assistant. I would have loved to speak up for myself but I hate confrontation. I would usually just tell them off in my head but do as I was told. One Saturday afternoon frank called me asking for. I figured better to just stay like that and see if he’s wanting a bit of fun. Well he was, but not for himself, turns out their boy is a bit of a shy one and never had the pleasures of female company. I had known that right off, easy to spot those things when you deflower 5 boys a week in the summer. So after a little haggling, more for my amusement than anything else. I was thinking of joining the poor boy that evening anyway, I walked to the barn with 2 one dollar bills tucked into my pocket. I was getting fucked again and this time, I didn't even know his name.I squealed through another orgasm as he thrust roughly into me and he clapped his hand over my mouth from behind as he continued fucking me. My head was bent back by the force of his hand over my mouth and my back was arched, lifting my bare breasts off the cold metal of the car. The guys on either side who were holding my arms took the opportunity to grab a breast each and squeezed and pulled at them like animals. I could.