.what? I'm sorry excuse me? Not sure what she asked wanting to make sure it is what I thought it was what I think is that I heard (that is a tongue tw...ster)"come close to me" she stand with her left hand extending it and snapping her fingers at me pointing to a few inches in front of her. Part of me wants to ask her what the hell she thinks i am but me being me and fully aware that i am at work. I look at her strangly and step a few inches up moving slightly close to her but keeping a good. I was so scared to go with a prostitute I told him, but he said you don't have to go with a prostitute, any girl; girls like money and they do anything for money. I said okay and left. The next day my aunt Eli asked me if I had twenty dollars to borrow her, I said yes but wanted back because I was going to need them, a couple of days later my grandpa asked me if I use the money and I lied, I told him yes, then he asked me how it went, I said good and he laughed and said thats my boy and hand me. While one bent down to look on one side, the other guy whipped out his dick (sorta flaccid but getting more erect by the second) and pissed in the toilet.Something about seeing that anonymous cock through that cum encrusted hole made me tremble with excitement. A gasp escaped my lips, and I groaned as the other guy started stroking his cock by the opening for me. I think the third stayed by the door to watch for people.I lifted my hips off the toilet, and grunted to the glorious sight of two. Don't get me wrong. I like you physically. I just don't much like you as people."There was a shift in her expression. She looked like something had just occurred to her. "There's some reason you wanted me instead of Julie, isn't there? I mean, it isn't just that you think I'm prettier. It's something else." You're younger. That's something." That's still not all of it." Bravo. If you were in a class of mine, I'd give you an A for that little bit of logic. Sure, there's something else. You.