I only wrote this story, I didn't draw the picture. THIS IMAGE MAY NOT BE SAFE FOR WORK, AND SOME MAY FIND IT OFFENSIVE. IF YOU FOLLOW...THIS LINK, I DISAVOW ALL RESPONSIBILITY. http://i664.photobucket.com/albums/vv9/King_Cobra_88/nevertrustthegirlsgymclass.jpgPrologue Junko struggled alone in the dark as she cried, but she only accomplished tightening her binds. Unable to swallow because of the gag in her mouth and the position of her head, she drooled. Her tears. Sure you might have to put up with a hand on your ass from time to time but it was worth it if you knew how to play the game right.That game being pretending to be a slut unless you were a true slut like I was becoming. As just flirting with or teasing the customer could earn you great tips. My girls were not going to get rich on what I was paying them. I sort of screened my girls as it takes a slut to know a slut. My best girls worked Friday and Saturday night plus got a little extra for doing. Yes, in control.He wore expensive, hand-tailored shirts and suits and Italian loafers-the top of the line in everything. I had seen him a few times in his boxer swim trunks, and admired his body. Like his face, it was lean and chiseled-all sinew and muscle with a six-pack stomach.But I'd never seen him naked. It was quite a shock. His ass was hard and hollowed-the best ass on a man I'd ever seen. I tried not to look at his cock, but I couldn't help it. Once I looked, I couldn't look away. As I. She sounded like she was crying. I wondered why. “But can we not do this in front of everyone?”“Here you are, Nana,” said Sam’s voice close to my head.A second later, I felt a warm, wet cloth washing around my mouth. Then it went away and a second cloth dabbed and wiped and pressed around a spot high on my forehead. The place being dabbed at immediately started feeling a bit sore and sticky as soon as I thought about it.I wanted to listen to what Aunt Penny had to say. I wanted to find out what.