He pulled my hair up so that I my face was pointing up towards his. He smacked me again a few times and asked me if I liked what was happening. I grew...to love when he was rough with me. I pleaded yes and thanked him profusely. He told the patrons that it was time for them to get their dick wet. Again one by one they came up to me and I sucked them off. Each load deposited in my mouth gave me chills. My body was in a constant state of orgasm, but I peaked when I had a load shot down my throat.. Then I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and slipped on a hairtie to hold it back. I stepped into the small bathroom and looked myselfin the cracked mirror. I could hear mommy mindlessly humming a tune inthe kitchen the entire time I was changing. I carefully washed the tearsfrom my eyes and walked back through the apartment to Helen's bedroom,which had an adjoining bathroom twice the size of my maid's room. Istarted on the bathtub first, scrubbing it with the cleaning liquids andsponges I. Like theyshouldn't be so full and sensitive, like I feel every muscle twitch. God,I hope he can't tell I'm a basket case right now, I swear I'm notnormally like this. Oh, he's responding! "You look like a girl who's inthe mood for a good time." That smile again. That smile can only mean onething, and I want it. I feel myself grow wet.But why does it feel so... wrong? I can't shake the feeling that I shouldbe hard, as messed up as that sounds. That's his job, and a quick peekdown confirms he's. I asked him, "How's it going". "Good", he replied. I didn't have to piss, but I tugged on my foreskin and stroked and played with my dick. When he was through pissing he started to play with his dick. "Some things aren't fair", I said. "How's that", he asked. "Some guys have so much more cock than I do." He chuckled and says, "Yours looks pretty fine to me". "Thanks, but yours is bigger!" He laughed. His dick is of average length but quite thick. He either has very little foreskin or is.