This place seems more like a fantasy than a home, thought Hunter.He walks to his car, beeps it to unlock and sits inside, closing the door quite harsh...y. Being a male escort is something some men dream of, but for Hunter, this was his sexual pleasure, his job. Nothing more. He didn't enjoy it for the most part, in fact, he hated it. He pulls out of his back pocket a brown leather wallet, decorated with a single steal pendant. On it, was an engraving of two letters inside a heart. H and L. For a. She's just a follower, not really serious about it. Insecure, and shit. Naïve. Prince charming crap and all. These sorority bitches just took advantage of her being easily influenceable.” “And so did you, right?” Jamine commented with Greg nodding in confirmation. “That must be embarrassing for them. A real shame on their oh so alternative 'women-are-stronger-and-better-than-men'-banner. Pseudo feminists. It's not about who's better. It'd rather be about equality. How hard is that to. Just as I parked my bike outside the house, a car shot out of the drive with screeching tyres nearly knocking me over, and sped off down the close to the main road.My parents had very little money, and so the money from the news round was my main source of pocket money. Today being Saturday I had planned to go to the model shop with Terry my best friend and squander some of my hard earned cash on a model I had admired for a long time and had saved a long time for. On Saturdays, the arrangement. I start fucking you slowly at first B, pulling almost all the way and then all the way back in. With each thrust I start fucking you harder and faster. You legs wrap around mean one of your hands grip at my shoulder as the other rakes against my back as my head lowers to your neck and your tits, sucking and biting, marking you. I’m moaning more now and louder, saying your name. You kiss me again, our wet tongues fighting for dominance as our hips buck at each other. All you can hear is the slap.