I cried my heart out as I settled into a gutter; what was to become of me.My parents had been very strict so if I had no clue on how to live on the st...eets, I had even less clue of the dangers that surrounded me.I must have managed to doze in the gutter because I woke to find a man on top of me trying to poke his tongue into my mouth while his hands were ripping at my clothes. I tried to scream but the man’s mouth covered mine and despite my efforts I felt his hands on my bare skin . He was a. All four of us are sitting around the dinner table enjoying a family meal like every other family. About halfway into we all begin to notice that the pickle was once on mother's plate has now vanished. None of us saw her eat it, so there can only be one other explanation. That's right, my mother has a pickle shoved up her cunt at the dinner table.So now you know the problem. My mother is obcesed with putting things in her. What ever is it, as long as it can fit, she'll try to put in there.We've. " What do you mean?" She's a very high priced call girl. She gets five hundred for a four-hour afternoon visit and a thousand bucks for an all-nighter. Unfortunately that's way, way out of my league." You're joking, right?" No. I met her once through a mutual friend who was one of her clients."I didn't believe him. How could I? He was talking about the woman I wanted to marry - the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Fiona and her escort sat on the opposite side of the restaurant. " Clair complimented,"think you can work it just as well on another part of my body." She hinted towards her crotch."Yes Mistress Clair," I nodded, "I shall do my very best to please." Good," She replied, "come here there."I went to stand up but she ordered me to stay on my knees, and pulled me by my hair towards hair."Take my thong off," Clair commanded pointing to her thong, "you are going to lick me out and not stop 'til you have swallowed my cum, is that understood?" Yes Mistress Clair." I.