My last class was Creative Writing - Mom's idea - with Mr. Turner. As it turned out (no pun intended), I was glad to be taking it. Mr. Turner was a gr...at teacher, and he suggested that I write up this journal. After three good workouts my balls were dry, so I didn't need "relief" yet again, at least.It was a huge relief to get my clothes on at the end of the day, though I had to do that outside. The girls dressed outside the north entrance, so I didn't see Karen or the others, which was too. Samantha took a seat."We have grown and expanded quickly. The technology advances we havemade have been extraordinary... and very valuable."Samantha nodded her head."One area where we are lacking is security," Brenda said as she tookSamantha's hand. "And we were hoping that you would consider joining usas our Director or Security.Samantha's eyes opened wide in surprise... and then the tears began toflow."Oh my God!" she said through the tears of happiness - looking around atall 3 women."I'll. Well, you should know something about the two of us. We’ve been raised to want to carry our own weight.”I asked, “I think I know what that means, but say more.” I gave a ‘give-me’ gesture with one hand to encourage her to speak.“We don’t want to exploit you. We are not looking to be kept women and to your earlier concern are not gold diggers. As ridiculous as it sounds, were we to move in with you, we’d want to pay some of the rent or upkeep or whatever. We’d share the food costs and. Sure enough I came and kept on coming, I was seeing stars and thought I was going to pass out. I didn’t, and I felt Jimmy’s cock jerking, he groaned and let go a great load of hot cum but kept on fucking me, shooting more loads and finally he fell on top of me rolled over and looked at me with a great smile. We all took a break. Billy brought me a cold drink.Jimmy grabbed a hold of my face and pushed his big cock into my mouth. I was gagging, but I finally was able to let it go all the way.