Brenda was suddenly very agitated, "Oh, shit, fuck, sorry, err, shit." She grabbed at the DVDs and knelt back clutching them to her. I was now looking...at her bulging bosom with the DVD covers pushing them up. She saw where my gaze was and stammered, "Oh god, erm, what must you think of me, here take this." She thrust a £10 note at me. I held up my hands, "No, no, it was £5." I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my own DVD. "Don't worry I'm not judging I said." She looked at mine, and. But the real profit was in the Arab market. Jihad. Something for that unforgettable bang.Exploding butt plugs. Exploding dildoes. He especially liked the exploding dildoes. They had to be quite large or so he told his customers. They needed 3 x C cell batteries for the radio, so they had to be quite big round. This meant ladies had to practice before using them. Unless they were sluts.Oleg paid sluts to test his dildoes. He checked the small ads for prossies willing to put on a show. Lesbians. ..They ordered fine fine champagne, which I like because it only takes me a small glass to make me feel loose and make those I am will seem more interesting. We chatted really fun, nssty. Naturally all the guys wanted us to go to a hotel suite across the street with them after work, but the other dancer (insert fake name here) had a boyfriend who picked her up right after work, was always waiting, making sure all she did was dance. So we left them not really sure if they had a chance for. She was getting ready for what's to come.Slut knew the right words "sir, can I taste your cock?" while kneeling and opening his masters belt. "You fucking slut. You are getting there, but there's a lot to come" as he opened her mouth and smacked her face with his meaty cock. "Girlfriends give blowjobs, sluts mouths are for fucking" was the last thing she heard before he put his thick cock between her carefully painted lips and thrusted his cock in her. She was choking. He had the biggest cock.