Fucking whore, I said, this feels sooo good., you were wanking over my face, even faster when he called me names, it somehow made it seedy and dirty,...which was a turn on for both of us. My back arched and Rick held my waist down on the bed. I fell back on your knee as my juices squirted all over ricks cock. "Oh, fuck!I moaned.Time for some anal whore,Rick said. He sat on the couch and leaned back. I sat on his lknee. No anal had been done yet and the scene was already ten minutes in. I slid. "Of course just because it's big doesn't mean they're good with it." I like to think he's pretty good with it. None of the other girls have had any complaints, and neither have I." Jo Marie's father is pretty good sized," she said, "and it took him a while to learn to do more than the basics. A guy has to learn to do more than just put it in."I nodded. I wondered how that busybody would react to our discussion. Here was a mother and her daughter casually discussing having sex with men and their. Too little sleep since this latest visit to the Paranormal Monitor Unit I was hauled to, he thought wearily. Dark bags hung below ice blue eyes rimmed in raw redness. His platinum blonde hair was disheveled and his usually handsomely chiseled features looked like those of an ice-preserved Neanderthal Man he had once seen in his homeland's National Museum. A rueful smile tugged at his lips and he shook his head, glancing up at the floor number flashing past fifty-five.Josef stretched and he. Coming to, I sat up and looking around realized that I was on a couch in a cheap looking hotel room. It was like deja vu, it had to be the damn Agen again. So somehow, I died from whatever was causing the pain in my head.The phone next to the couch rang, I picked up the handset and didn’t give them a chance.“So, what the fuck are you assholes fucking around with now? I thought I was done with y’all?”“Mr. Badzinski, if you’ll please calm down someone will be there momentarily to explain.