I tasted Beth’s hot coochie juice. “I want to do it now,” Dot said breathlessly in my ear. She straddled me and I felt her wet cunt against my g...oin. I reached for Beth and got a handful of sheet. She was gone. I was extremely aroused, on the verge of busting a nut. The lyrics of “Love the One You’re With” ran through my mind and I rolled Dot over and climbed on her. My aching cock found its way into her without assistance. She spread her legs wide and moved expertly under me as she kissed my. Then he pushed into her all the way. Every thick, fat, throbbing inch of him. He stroked her with thug passion as her legs got pushed to her chest. She grabbed his biceps becuzz she needed something to hold onto before she lost her mind. Grinding her hips back into him, she bit down on her lip, as she heard the smacking sound he made in her wetness as he passionately and slowly went in and out. She whispered, "Pound it, Daddy," as her eyes rolled up in her head. He was steady as he fed his. He must of saw the look on Debbie’s face as he passed off his comment as “just kidding.” The fat man explained that Debbie would start work that night and he would pay her $2.00 an hour. She would have to strip at least five times during a shift in rotation with other girls then work the crowd of men for tips. He also told Debbie she must remain topless at all times, but could wear a thong when she worked the crowd. Any tips were to be split 40/60, with 60 going to him. “Any questions?” the fat. This was getting too weird for him, girls calling up other girls and telling them what he was doing with them. He needed to call Jessica and ask her about whether she had called Jennie or not."Mike, come back here. Unless you want me to shout at you, because I will if you make me do it."Mike turned back, reluctant, but also curious, and certainly not wanting to have his mother coming in to listen to this."Make it quick Jennie. I've got a date." With who?" It doesn't matter because it isn't you..