" I went toward the door to peek out its window but as I reached it, it burst in and slamming me too the ground. Beth screamed as I fell. I was stun...ed for a moment from the fall, and when I finally came to my senses I saw two men in orange jumpsuits standing over me. One was a white man in his early twenties. He carried a .38 revolver. The leader, a hard looking black man, was older and carried a shotgun. Instinctively, I moved to protect my wife but was stopped cold when the butt of the. I opened my mouth and he didn't waste any time shoving it down my throat. I was on my knees sucking my dads dick like a prostitute. He started pumping into my mouth so hard his balls were slapping against my chin and I tried not not gag and choke. His head was thrown back as he gripped my hair and fucked my mouth. I coughed and choked and he pulled out for a minute then pushed my head down on his dick and held me there. I could feel his cock pulsing as I fought not to pull away. When I couldn't. I could not think of a way to exactly ask whether she herself used them, but she talked around (we were in public) to indicated that she did. That tied in with an idea I was getting. Anyway we talked until the next bus was almost due, and then I asked her: "When are you supposed to be home?" The defenses visibly came back up as she asked me: "What do you want to know for?" "Well, if you have the time, I've got a place near here with some good hash we could use," I replied. This. What’s the difference?’ ‘There’s a difference, believe me. Screwing men for money is a mug’s game, whether you’re on the street, in a flat or a so-called escort.’ ‘You did it once. On the street, too.’ ‘That was only a game. Playing the dare-devil. I didn’t plan on taking it up as a profession.’ ‘Neither did I, but needs must..’ ‘Surely you can get a decent job.’ ‘You haven’t been in the market place recently.’ ‘You’re a fool.’ Kate sounded at her most severe and disapproving. ‘Playing the.