She was proud to help her family out by using her body and...What if she told her father?“I hope you will be discreet about your prostitution,” I ...old her as I led her into my bedroom.“Discreet?”“With your father.” I twisted her nipple. “He doesn't need to know just how much of a slut you are. He's already ashamed enough that you're a little whore without knowing you're selling your body to other men.”“But... Doesn't he want to know how I'm helping the family?”“He wouldn't accept the money if. Before stepping into the bathroom, she turned in my direction and looked at me. Then she went into the bathroom leaving the doors open. I immediately woke from my stupor. The way she looked at me, my instinct told me that she wanted me there with her. I jumped off my bed and hurried to the bathroom. Roly was sitting at the toilet. A strong hissing was resonating in the bathroom. Her eyes wore a delirious look as she watched me looking at her. I moved closer and silently watched her pissing. I. And slowly did he start pumping his cock into my mouth, his ballsin my face. I reached over the right cheek of his ass and started massaginghis asshole— Greg’s eyes were not a foot away. And with my left arm I wasable to reach down and start stroking Greg’s cock. Greg put his hand over mineand started a slow jack, guiding my hand. And Jim picked up the pace infucking my mouth, especially when I got my finger well into his asshole.It really didn’t take Jim long after. A small paperback was wedged crosswise and I manoeuvred it out to plain sight.I almost choked as I read the title: “The Story of O.”Settling the rest of the knapsack back into place, I opened the cover and began to skim the text. I had heard of this book, knew it’s premise, but never actually read it. Clearly, Sam had. He was starting to occupy an entirely different space in my brain.With a practiced eye that got me quickly through English literature, I raced through the pages. Every now and.