.. yes..."Angilee answered, her voice barely audible.She stood in front of his desk in the back room of a dingy pool hall. There were three other wome..., Jean and two other whores or "hos" as they were referred to in this part of town. Angilee did not know the other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, tacky in a gray sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie."Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his gold. I raised myself on my hands above her. She wasted no time in giving my nipples her attention. She pinched them and twisted, sending the sweet pain / pleasure feeling into my brain. My cock began to sink into her waiting slit.When I was fully embedded, I leaned down to kiss her again. She pulled me up so she could reach my nipples with her mouth. I plunged into her then slowly pulled out before plunging deeply once more, giving us both the maximum pleasure from the act. Her sucking, nibbling. As a man he wouldn’t have disregarded that invitation, and sure enough that lesbo Frankie wasn’t going to either! The girl got up, high fived one of her friends and followed Leslie into the ladies washroom.It was one of those single user washrooms so once they both cleared the door they locked it and started to swap spit.“I’ve never done this before,” Leslie said, unfastening Frankie’s shorts and pulling them down. Then she pushed the girl back against the counter and knelt down. A moment later. Marthaasked me how much pain I was willing to take. I told her that I wanted to beher victim and let Martha decide. I said that I thought I could take a lot.The Martha asked me how I felt about being bitten, as I seemed to like pinchingtools. I said that I had never been bitten, but that I was willing to try.Were there any areas that were out of bounds? I explained that I didn't wantbruises or marks where they would show when I went to work the next day, butanywhere else was OK. Lastly she.