. then suddenly he got me up, pushed my shoulders down on the bench and kept my ass in the air.. I could feel his thick digits poking into my sore vag...na.. “hell girl, your puffed up and sore” he exclaimed.. “Jack loves me sore” I replied.He took my juices from my cunt and rubbed in onto my ass.. I heard a condom being rolled on and then the head of his cock pushing into me.. “I’m going to fuck you hard in the ass, slut.” He moaning “Come with me when I do.. I’m not going to last long” I. How was he going to pay me that much money? And from where was he going to get it? The wheels inside of my mind started to turn, and I wondered what it was that he wanted from Herndon."Where are you going to get that kind of money from?" I asked, hoping to pump him for more information."Don't worry about it, honey. Just do as I say and you'll have more money than you can spend." He took me by my chin and turned my face towards his. "... But remember this, if you stab me in the back again, what. I will never understand how men can seem to want to hurt me. I can remember being very young, a neighbor boy talked me and a friend into going into his garage and playing the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” game that everyone seems to remember. I didn’t want to but my friend Lisa said it would be fun.”Amy smiled as she remembered the start of the game, “Lisa said boys had this ‘thing’ between their legs that they peed out of and it was funny looking. ‘I want to see one,’ Lisa had. Anthony and the ‘musician’ set about some rowing, whispering occasionally and looking over in Jennifer’s direction. A short while later Jennifer joined them and climbed aboard the rowing machine next to Anthony, who was panting quite heavily now and had worked up quite a sweat, as had his mate. ‘So what do you do, Anthony?’ she said, ‘I heard your friend call your name.’ ‘I’m a baker… a manager at a bakery,’ he growled, in between pants and gasps and heaves and pushes. Jennifer began rowing..