"I want to see if they have lace onthem, if their silk, you know, I want the details." "OK, OK, I'll tell you," I said. "No, no, we want to see for ou...selves," Stu said. "Right Carl?" Sounds about right," Carl said."You can't be serious," I said."Well I am," said Stu."Carl, you already know their black and that I'm wearing a black garterbelt and stockings. Tell him," I cried."Yea Carl, tell me their black and tell me how you know that," Stu saidcrossing his arms over his chest.O shit I thought. He had been trained to serve for the remainder of his days back then, at the Institution. He had already ingrained it in him to be obedient. But this, this was something else. It was not the respect he had had for Xavier. It was not like the friendship he had shared with Ayn and Dion, for a short time. It was bigger than that, stronger, fast at making his heart beat wildly, each time he was in the man’s proximity. Not like the fading sensation he had once had for another man, before the. It pays not to look to polished. Why did I become a whore? Because I wanted to, I love cock, love pussy and love ass. I lust for cum, in me on me and down my throat, I'm addicted to it, so the best way of getting my fix is to whore myself. Plus I get paid and get to see different places, mostly the ceilings of hotel rooms. You want to know what I get up to? Well, here's some highlights from January. Don't worry about the missing dates, they're mostly travel time, then again, there are the blow. "I think I owe you one," she told her daughter. Mom crawled over to Lisa, and started kissing her toes, working her way up my sister's calves, thighs, and finally to her pussy. Lisa just moaned at the touch, but barely moved beyond that.I got up on my knees, and came up behind mom, thinking to put my prick in her slit, but she stopped me before I could. "I want you in my ass, son. Fill my ass with you cock."Not one to argue with such a request, I dribbled some spit onto her sphincter, and then.