Stuff. Old stuff, Jeff thought.The man smiled. "I sell lots of this 'stuff', Jeff. It's all very, um, special." He gestured around his shop. "Now...what you wanted toknow is where are all the girls, right? You did hear about the newprivate beach club, didn't you?"Jeff's eyebrows raised; he glanced sideways at Matt. "New beachclub?"The old man smiled. "Well, it's really a water park, but they call itBikini Beach." He watched Matt's and Jeff's eyes light up."That sounds like the place we. " I don't know about that." Allie gently squeezed the cock. "Don't eversay you're not important." Only if you drop the hinting that you want to try streetwalking." Awww... you have to admit I look the part." Yeah, you look like a proper whore-" Allie shivered and Tom shook hishead. "- but that's some scary stuff, you know? Danger, disease..." And?" And you're my sex doll, right? Not somebody else's." Mmm." Allie traced a painted nail along the length of Tom's still-twitching shaft. . "Come on then, I suppose I'd better buy you a ring." Romance isn't your strong point is it, Derek," she giggled."But I'm getting on a bit now so I suppose I could do worse." Yeah, you're no spring chicken, that's for sure." and I winced as her fist thumped into my arm.She put on a little blue skirt after I'd removed her panties and we went in search of a ring. Thank God she wasn't one of those women who like to look for hours before settling on one they saw at the beginning of the search. She. “Hey slut.” Dave calls. “Crawl over here and give me a blowjob.”In the kitchen Donna hesitates. This really is the last chance to stop this. She doesn’t actually like this. Does she? This is all wrong. Isn’t it?She gets on her hands and knees and crawls into the living room. The cheer from the guys humiliating her more than anything in her life.She crawls all the way to Dave’s lap, and before she loses her nerve, unzips his pants.She has only gone down on Frank a handful of times. Usually on.