A peach, but spooky all the same. The clock struck three. The witching hour, he told himself, and laughed. He went to the fridge. The same three cans ...f Coors had been in there since Labor Day, when his wife had insisted he quit drinking. She didn’t think he had a problem, she just didn’t like buying it at the store. “It makes me look like a bum” was the only explanation she gave.He cracked the can and drank almost the entire thing while standing in his underwear in the yellow fridge light.. Tony's hands caressed Brooke's shoulders and glossy black hair as he stood more upright. His hands on Brooke's ass were replaced by Sarah and Jennifer's hands, exploring, spreading her, adding more warm oil. She lifted her hips further as she felt Sarah pulling upwards, and a rolled towel was slipped under her pelvis, elevating it slightly, and leaving her more exposed, more vulnerable than ever. "Go ahead, Jen," Sarah whispered, "See how wet she is inside."Brooke felt two fingers move up her. It was different, she tried to justify it to herself. She didn’t think of Bella that way, or any of the girls at Mary’s. Or the boys either. They were just doing jobs, providing a service. They seemed to be good people. A little rough around the edges, obviously, but still good.Whores were something else. Something bad. She couldn’t come up with the right words to describe the difference in her head. She just knew that in this brothel, the only one she truly thought of as a whore, was. Whilst he was fucking me he kept saying "you like old men eh, you like strangers fucking you, you fat faggot". I couldnt tell you how long he was fucking me but it was incredible, I have a thing for verbal humiliation. He then pulled out and positioned himself in front of me and ordered me to suck. I eagerly obliged, as I love sucking, I was then told to only take my mouth off his cock to answer the questions he was about to ask, and to answer his questions as honestly as possible, and not just.