" Then I see the womanagain, she has a needle, I shake my head no but it does nothing, I losemyself again.I wake up; it's the same room. On the bedsid... table there is a glass oforange juice, I notice I am wearing a nightshirt, one with a pink cartoonrabbit on it. The fabric is cheep but it is clean. I find I am able topush myself up although my arms feel painful and weak. It is then that Inotice the same woman again, sitting on the end of the bed."You should drink it," she smiles and nods, "you. .." she moaned, rubbing her pussy, still leaking the last guy's cum, "how delicious. There's few things I enjoy better than barely legal cock, having only been pleasured from beating off and watching porn."Chris nodded, unsure how to actually respond. That day he accompanied Victoria to 37 appointments, watching her get fucked, gangbanged, eaten out, cum inside and cum on. By the time they were done with the last one, Chris' duffel bag was laden down with money, Victoria apparently a top dollar. She took in the sight of his cock and inhaled deeply. He had a strong musk, the smell of a man who had been sweating and pissing all day without a wash. Nikita would soon be slurping it clean. “Oh god your cock is so long and thick, mister. Could I please suck on it? I’ll do anything.” The strange man’s cock stiffened as Nikita spoke. He stepped forward, and pushed his cock in her mouth. Nikita opened her mouth up and wrapped her lips around the head. With the hook in her ass and the rope. I am celebrating.’This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating,’ said the woman.’‘What a coincidence!’ said the farmer. As they clinked glasses he added:‘What are you celebrating?’‘My husband and I have been trying to have a child and today my gynecologist told me that I am pregnant!’‘What a coincidence!’ said the man. ‘I’m a chicken farmer and all last year my hens were infertile, but today they are all laying eggs again.’‘That’s great!’ said the woman, ‘How did your chickens become.