At night his wrists and ankles were tied to a bed and he had to sleep that way, naked and uncovered, the only way they would trust him when the cock c...ge was off. His stiff cut cock would throb constantly, drooling precum down the stalk and soaking his smidgen of hair until it glistened. They taped him for monitoring, and the videos somehow made it out into the public before long. The bestsellers were those rare nights when, in frustration, he would have a wet dream, squirting cum high into. FUCK, why Gregg. Of all the guys to find her, she hated Gregg, she now hated him even more. And why was she getting even more turned on. Life is so difficult when you are a raging whore. God why could it have not been on of the cute guys. “Now that we are obviously in agreement. Time to get to work.” He pointed towards the broom closet.“You want me to clean your office?” She was hopeful but knew what was about to happen. This thought got her slit even juicier.“You sure are going to clean. They looked good and they felt good. Hilary began sucking Haylie’s boobs as if she were French kissing them. She explored her breasts with her tongue and mouth. Hilary loved Haylie’s hands on her gorgeous, creamy white tits! Hilary then gave her sister one last French kiss before she lay on the bed and Haylie laid on top of her. Haylie took a mouthful of Hilary’s breast and sucked it. She then began to kiss it just like Hilary was doing with hers. She used her mouth, lips and tongue all to suck. As I wiggled my toes in the foam of the surf I began to wonder why I had been drawn here to the edge of the water. Raising my head I let the warm breeze caress my opened shirt. The beat of the reggae band at the surf bar flowed with the night air. The licks of the bass guitar, the rhythmic beat of the drum pulling at the dancers souls. But for some reason that wasn’t for me tonight. Not tonight. Something called me to the surf. Something strong, something I could feel deep inside. Looking out.