It seemed like a regular day. She greeted her mom in the usual way and was walking towards the front door when her mom noticed something that was out...of place. It was 7am and she could hear loud footsteps, high heel loud footsteps. She looked down and saw her daughter was wearing her full uniform but with the new high heels she had just gotten. By the time Jenny thought to stop her she was already out the door and on the way to the bus. She couldn’t understand what was going through. We didn’t quite understand and asked Vivek to explain. “All of you are equally close to me. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I will give you all a chance to fuck Roopal,” he told us. We were not able to believe this but we all were extremely excited.“But will Roopal agree to this?” Siddharth asked. “Don’t worry, I know how to convince her. And somehow I feel even she wants this,” Vivek said. We were all happy and waited for the next day. The next morning, Vivek sent each of us a text. But the advertising spiel never changes, whether "Sis" is 12 or 42.I am one of those guys who takes considerable pride in never having to "pay for it." The number of times I've visited a paid professional for sex is easy to remember: twice. Both times, I was 18 years old and serving in the Marine Corps, stationed in Southern California. Both times, it had been Mexican girls from Tijuana who had given me their "virginity."Both times, I'd gotten my ashes hauled well enough, and, having the good. I dropped to my knees immediately and crawled under the card table. Until someone needed food or drink, this was to be my place for the evening.Each host had different game rules, but at Master’s house, the winner of each hand was awarded my services until the next hand was fully played. To my delight, my master won the first hand, and said two words. “Blow job.” I quickly crawled between his legs, released the cock that I love so well, and took it eagerly into my mouth, licking and sucking.