"H-hello?" I stammered into the receiver."Eileen? Hey, it's Malcolm," his sexy voice said, driving my already sensitive body into overdrive. A small w...ine came out of my throat. "Um... This a bad time?" No- um... No I was just..." I was terrible under pressure, and I didn't have much experience with lying."Just what?" Nothing... So... What did you need, Malcolm?" I asked almost impatiently. Ironically, I was desperate to get rid of him just so that I could keep pretending to be intimate with. I replied with a no, and told her to go on. She hesitates for a moment, then said she liked me. I sat there, stunned. I had a mild crush on her aswell, and told her this. She smiled, and asked me if I wanted to go to her camper. We took the kids back to the house, and put in a movie. The two girls we were watching were about 11 at the time, so they looked over the younger ones while Sarah and I went out to the camper.Sarah and I sat nervously in the camper, wondering what to do next. We layed. ... Strip clubs would be half empty. Yes alot of strippers suck dick. Some dont but i have not met one yet. Street hookers would not make up more than 1/3 of all female inmates. They are the cheapest and dont mind the slutty treatment of being a cum disposal with no strings attached. Very unclean though even with condoms. Then there the dips, side bitches and those the ones that know about you and sympathetic to him about the shit you wont do for him at home. They sucking ,licking and. Her painted toes made my cock strain and beg in its tight, unforgiving cage."You've given me pleasure and not asked for anything in return. In your letter, you ask that I use this key and if I want... give back to you. Right?"I swallowed hard. My whole body was shaking with anxiety. I nodded, gently."I want to do this for you," Stephanie admitted. "I do. But, will you still appreciate me after? Will you still want me?" Yes, Stephanie," I blurted, losing control of myself. I was ready to beg.