Not proud of it, but better than living in a shelter, for nearly the past four years, she’s been squatting in the spare bedroom offered to her by a ...ind and elderly, albeit crazy Mennonite woman named Hannah. At least she has a roof over her head and food to eat most times. Not all one-sided, she’s morphed and transitioned from being her invited guest to being her unpaid maid, housekeeper, cook, home health caretaker, chauffeur, and friend. Most times a real struggle not having any money to buy. I just jumped into the first booth I came to and locked the door. I sat and put some money in the slot to start the movie. It was already on a gay flick and after a run through the channels, it seemed to be the norm here (fine for me). I saw cum stains on the screen and smelled cum in the booth. As my eyes adjusted I saw where many guys had shot a load here and tried to clean up with tissue. I saw a few small holes in the wall and did a quick peek through each one. One looked right back. Not that I ever dressed that conservatively before, but I did usually wear a bra to work.I had a couple of male clients to show houses to that day so I made sure to unbutton an additional button and to bend over whenever possible. Brian wanted me to show my tits so I was trying to make it happen. I don’t know how successful I was in showing myself off, but it sure kept me wet all day.When I got home that evening, I first went to find Brian. He looked me up and down and smiled. “You look. I revel in the sensation of having his thick manhood lodge itself just a bit further inside of me. Where I covet it. Where I need him. Earl quickly withdraws and flips me over onto my knees. Smack! The sound reverberates around the small room. Smack! “You’re such a slut, Lynn. You’re my slut.” Smack! Whimpers escape my lips with each slap across my behind. The added pain mixed in with pleasure only increases the steady juice leaking out of my slit. It's almost too much. “You’re going to make me.