He was now going to be astarter. More people on campus recognized him and I was happy for him.He was also getting lots of attention from girls and tha... bothered me.I was a little jealous because they had something I didn't. There wasone cheerleader who obviously had the hots for him and I would watchher as her eyes seemed to always be on Leon.Soon Thanksgiving rolled around and there was break right after mid-terms. The basketball team had a tournament out of town over theholiday and so I just. Some strange drunk girl young enough to be his daughter that he just picked up and was too hammered to stop him from banging her. Making her cheat on her boyfriend, cumming on his cock so quickly because she is nothing but a fucking slut that loves being fucked by cock. Any cock. The dirtier the better."Mr. Bradford was so turned on as he spoke and I continued to pump his cock with my hand. I was getting wetter and wetter as he was talking. "Yes daddy," I said cooing. "That's me. Just a big tit. "How do you know?" I saw him and his friends playing." Oh wow, Mom. That is totally hot." Bethany squirmed, pressing her hands between her legs surreptitiously."I bet he does it to you too," Marianne whispered. Bethany shivered at her mother's words. "Now you know why I feel so good today." Do you think he wants to fuck both of us?"For a long moment Bethany stared at her mother with heavy lidded eyes, her breathing ragged and her insides feeling like jelly. Marianne looked at her daughter and. He placed a phone call and when I answered, he couldn’t help but slur his words in a drunken Absinthe stupor. I promptly informed him that he was to go take a very cold shower, drink two espressos and call me back when he could form full sentences. ‘I am not a common whore,’ I told him. ‘If you want common service, please go down to the Rue.’ He was apparently tired of the parfum-ridden prostitutes or his life as a drunk (one or both), or maybe I just sounded a lot like Chloë, but it was an.