“Fuck bitch, you sure do suck cock good!” mumbled Jim.“Leasa, clean his cock with your mouth. Make sure you get all the cum off his prick and hi... balls.” I commanded.Leasa’s face went white. “Please don’t make me do that! He’s a dirty homeless man…I don’t want to. I’ll just wash him off with the soap!” She pleaded“Didn’t you hear me Leasa? I said clean his cock and balls with your mouth! NOW DO IT!”Leasa wrenched at the harshness of my voice and turned her head taking Jim’s cock into her mouth.. He told me he had borrowed the props from his uncle who owned a shoe store at the mall, explaining that it was for a play that he was rehearsing with some college buddies. I listened intently as he laid out the plan, becoming more and more intrigued by the details. Essentially I was to be a shoe store clerk and the ladies were to come and try on various pairs of footwear. The rest would take care of itself, as Shane put it. As we were finishing our beers the doorbell rang. Shane went upstairs. That past life was now forgotten, as though it never existed. She was now a simple, dim-witted bimbo, ready to serve her master. ‘Go tell the others to prepare themselves for their master. First, make me something to eat, and make sure everyone has a nourishing meal. They will need their strength, for master will use them hard,’ he warned her. Bubbles skipped out of the study, feeling lightheaded. She just knew this was going to be a marvelous night of fucking. She hurried to the kitchen, to. I kept putting myself in the shoes of the people that would reply to them, knowing that all these people are in my backyard. So close. I couldn't help but think about what it would be like sucking another guy off... or taking a cock up my ass for that matter. I begin browsing through these ads more and more often. Using my work breaks to see what new posts popped up and who's close to me. At 20 years old, I'm a pretty average guy. Some would say I have the most stable job out of all my friends..