“Give it!” the Bouncer demanded. “Give it up! Give me that sweet pussy nectar. Cum!” His wish was my command as my body unleashed a thick loa... of twat cream all over his fingers. “Fuck you!” I screamed as he had taken control of me. He now controlled my body, my mind and most importantly my pussy. The Bouncer released his fingers from my swollen snatch as well as his hand from my throat. “Lie down,” the Bouncer commanded. I obediently went to the couch. “No, not the couch,” the bouncer. What should I do? Pretend it had never happened? Get up and leave? Wake him and let him fuck me? Oh yes, I wanted him. More than I had ever wanted a man in my life. But we were friends. He was one of the few people I had let come that close to me. Did I want him because of that? Or had I let him that close because I wanted him from the beginning?Carefully I climbed out of bed, pulled my panties back up. As quiet as possible I made my way to the kitchen. Tea, a fag maybe after that...While I. Well, maybe love isn't exactly the right word, but we did have ourmoments: indescribably tender moments that certainly qualify as love. Thenthere were the times he disciplined me, disciplined me so harshly that...thatwhat? Get over yourself, Jesse! You choose this life, it was consensual; no oneforced you into it. I let myself down andalmost immediately push off again, straining hard. Disciplining me was hisright! I was a CELT, a Contracted-Escort Long-Term, a Contract Girl?whatevername you. She was smiling at the camera, but her first word was a NO…Jerome’s deep voice said she looked as a perfect slutty married white bitch and then Ana fell across the bed; her beautiful face just a few inches from the camera.Then Jerome walked around from behind the camera; his black dick was already pointing to the ceiling.My wife crawled onto the bed and she took his cockhead up her wet mouth; she began sucking it with all her arousal …A while later, Jerome sat on the bed’s edge and my little.