SSSirr you? please i cannot be left like this. WWWhhat iifff ssomething goes wrong?? Please Sir Please!" I love my slut begging but she was not going ...o be let down. I left the room for the last time. I returned with a fuck machine custom make for the tube. No worry of an electrical short or fire. I placed it in the tub. Slide the dildo 12" long 3"around up her filthy slut pussy.6" hung out the filthy mutt was crying like hell. "Please Sir no! Please I'll do anything pleeeaaseeee!" I pluged in. Tonight they were going to dinner and a show. Bob pressed her doorbell at the agreed time and she answered all set to go. Bob though she looked good and this time she seemed happy to be going out with Bob. She was wearing a blue knit dress that hugged her body and emphasized her nice hips and legs. He thought that she knew how to emphasize her finer points. He held the car door open for her and had a nice shot of her legs as she entered the car.The usual chit chat occurred on the way to dinner.. Well, I thought it was a start, and hey, you couldn't get HIV from a hand job, so I answered the ad, and almost immediately received a response. He asked if I was free right now, I said yes. He asked if I could host, I said no, so he replied, maybe a booth at the Adult Book Store. I never been in the bookstore here, but figured, it's just a hand job, it should be fine. I explained I was virgin at man - man stuff, but would love to give him a hand job, maybe even suck him if he was clean. He. "Look," he said, "I expect there's some deep and binding laws against it, but could I phone you sometime? I mean I'd like to see you again, but not, er, professionally, if you know what I mean." She almost laughed at the look on his face. Like a guilty schoolboy looking for mercy but expecting none. "Mr Farmer!" she said, and thought she saw him wince, " It's 818213. Can you remember that or shall I write it down?" But Ben had beaten her to it, scrawling the number on the back of his hand. "I.