I don’t like to suck or eat the cum, but just hold it in my hands and play with it. My evil side has started taking over me. I went near the old guy...and started removing his pants. He tried to kiss me. I didn’t want that. All I wanted was the cock in my hands.He got a little angry. He started calling me names, “Thevidiya thana nee?” (Aren’t you a slut?). I acted like I didn’t understand. He pulled my face close and said, “Say, yes.” I immediately said, yes.Now the other guy was behind me and. “Maybe I don’t wanna talk,” he says.“Are you shy?” I ask.“Maybe I don’t have anything to say to you,” he says, his voice getting deeper. “I know what you are.”I bite my lip. I try not to laugh. “You’re supposed to treat a whore like a princess,” I say.He grunts and pulls me toward him. I slip over the counter, gripping my fingers around its squared edge. He grips my waist, slides his hand down. He grabs my ass and he pushes himself into me.The moan I make is legit.“Am I a real princess?” I. ''Me?' I laughed again but it sounded shrill even in my ears. 'Idon't think so.'We chatted for a few minutes about normal things and for a fewbrief moments, life was normal. Mrs Pratt, Mum's neighbour hadthe 'flu, the Thomson girl down the street was pregnant andMargaret Thatcher was ruining the miners.I rang off and followed Jeremy to the room he had worked on methe day before and vowed I'd follow his instructions, just toget it over with.He attacked my hair again and wove some extra hair,. Your secret is safe with me.” Even as he spoke, he recognized the casual cruelty in saying “your” rather than “our,” but he didn’t feel awake enough to find a more polite way to express his turbulent emotions.To her credit, she took his hand. “I heard what you said, and I accept it. But it’s still our secret, and you know it as well as I do. Please believe me: I don’t want to stop. I want to be with you as much as possible. As soon as I can, I will.”Don’t be an ass. Be mature. For once since.