"It's time," I said. She got up, her inner legs were wet and glistening and her heavy tits and nipples were so pronounced that it was obscene. I opene... the door to the other room, "Go sit in that chair," I told her. As she saw all the men I could her say, "Ohh Jesus,". She walked across the room and I could see tents forming in the men's pants as their cocks hardened when they saw the condition she was in. It was obvious that she was turned on like crazy and in desperate need of fucking and. I knew I was strongenough to push him away hell if I wanted to I could beat the shit out ofhim, instead I took a deep breath filling my lungs with his stink. "That'sit you pathetic fag take a deep wiff and smell a real man. I've never useda fag before always thought it would be too gay but Zach sure seemed toenjoying your services." The whole time he was talking Johnnie was holdingmy face against his growing meat and I was getting lost in the funk of hisman stink. What the hell was wrong with. Davis, do you have a minute?" she asked."Sure thing Kim, what's up?" Mrs. Davis asked."Well, my daughter is starting junior high this year - in a couple months actually, and I was hoping that I could pick up a few more shifts for a while. She is starting to think about boys and looking good for them and I would like to get her some new school clothes so she can feel pretty and catch the boys eyes. You know how girls are at that age," Kimberly said. "I understand, completely. Let me see what I. Also remember that this is in France and although my French is decent my schooling in the works of Moliere and Racine was unlikely to stand me in much good stead for this type of conversation. So I rang up and stuttered out that I had read the advert and what was she looking for. She said (as far as I could gather – she spoke no English) that she was looking for ordinary men to pose for her as models. And then she was saying to come round now and giving me an address, and the next thing I.