.. Nope, not even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to...just a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask for any money though, didn't ask for any information, not even your name. It did want him to read through some really long drawn-out. We don’t have anything that interacts with them.”Dulgan stood up. “‘Ere must be somethin’ somewhere inna here.”Visibly steeling himself, the Dwarf marched down the steps. He knelt on each one, looking and feeling all around.“Ya gonna help?” Dulgan asked after a few minutes.John chuckled. “Give me a bit. Swimming and diving takes it out of you.”“Sittin’ inna here withou’ any food inna gonna ge’ any better.” Dulgan accused.“True.” John replied, diving off.He decided to start in the corner. No time to clean up, gotta move on to the next cock.And fifty men? That doesn't translate into fifty cum shots, althoughthey were all gay-for-pay Missy was so pretty and pumped up on Viagrathe men were getting off on her two, three sometimes four times each.By the three-hour mark she was pretty well fucked.Pornography is a surprisingly low paying profession, at least for girlslike Missy that didn't dance. Sure the producers and distributors get agood amount but the average girl like Missy sees. When asked what the problem was, she blurted out "Tracy's overweight and Stan loves her and treats her so nice! She's not as bad as me, but Gary just hates my fat body. How could I let myself get like this?"Drawing the tearful woman out carefully, they found out that Kirstin, while always being voluptuous, had kept her weight around 135, which she thought looked good on her. Gary must have thought so, too, because that was her wedding weight. After Courtney, she could not shed the last 12-15.