I'd considered all weekend what to say to him and my co-workers. McDonough hadn't laid any restrictions on me at all about what I could talk about; I ...as free to tell the whole cotton-picking story if I wanted. He did allow, though, that it might not be my wisest course.After debating it with myself, I found I agreed. Over the weekend more than a few commentators had surfaced bemoaning that Golden's career had been cut so "tragically short" over the "unfounded and unproven"—much emphasis on the. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but said I was and then he asked me if the price was the same or what. It was then I realized what he was wanting and for a moment I was silent as I pondered this question. Finally I thought "what the hell" and said it was the same. He asked me my name, "I'm Carmen" I replied and then he gave me instructions on how to get to his place and what I was to do when I got there. I agreed and he hung up. I hadn't realized that Carole had been prostituting herself out, but. ”“Aww, it’s ok, really..I probably would have done the same in your shoes, I mean, curiosity is hard to resist, don’t you think?” She smiled a sweet smile. She was now stood at the side of me, looking down with her sparkling eyes. I hadn’t realized that she was only wearing one of Marcus’s t-shirts..it barely covered her crotch, probably due to the proportions of her fairly large breasts. Jesus! I could see the shadow of her nipples through the thin material, I averted my eyes and shifted. “Daddy’s going to fuck your mouth now, Olivia.”Amanda still stroking me moans: “Yes Daddy…” and then hungrily inhales my hard cock into her mouth, pushing her head all of the way down until my balls are pressed against her chin. She holds it there for a moment, gags for a second, and then pulls her head back to the tip of my shaft licking my swollen cock head.I wrap a handful of Amanda’s long brown hair with my hand as I push my cock in and out of her mouth. At first it’s a slow steady pace,.