I could see the crack of her ass at times. Her breasts were threatening to fall out of the top one side or the other. Her lips and makeup made her loo... like a true hooker.Shelly walked ahead of me through the bar as men would reach out and touch her here and there. I saw her dress get flipped up several times and whistles all around. The bartender was sitting at a table with four other men. They all smiled as we walked up. He stood and taking Shelly by the hand, pulled her in close to him his. This had been a bone of contention between him and his ex girlfriend. The girl slid down the zipper of her latex dress to expose more of her plunging cleavage. She looked at Peter. “You’re drooling boy,” she smiled. He shook his head. “Yes. I’m sorry,” he smiled nervously as the girl took another pace forward, and he backed into the hall. His front door slammed, though the girl never touched it. “Who...who are you?” Peter stammered. “I’m Trixy,” the girl answered. “Nurse Trixy to you.” She. "Answer yes or no – did you have sex with the builders?" "Yes," she sobbed. "With more than one?" "Yes" "In same room at same time?" "Yes," her head lowered. "Sometimes they brought other men and you gave them what they wanted?" "Yes." God, my cock was hard now! "You performed while others watched, then gave them a turn?" A slight nod from her. "Was it always in the kitchen?" "No." "Where else?" In the bedroom - or in the lounge, sometimes in the bathroom or downstairs toilet." Fucking hell!. “Yes sir” I replied meekly, “I love being whipped and tortured savagely, by men and women, I love being ****d brutally, I suck cock and swallow sperm, I swallow piss as well but I don’t have a Master or Mistress at the moment”“So if we understand” Peter said, “You don’t have many limits boy”“No sir, the only limit I have is s**t, I won’t swallow shit but I will rub it over my body if my Master demands it of me” I replied.“Don’t worry” Alan laughed, “We’re not into s**t either” Peter took me by.