I could enjoy sex without having an orgasm, and that was an odd sort of liberty.Without speaking, we went to his bed. I finished undressing slowly as ...e watched with unflinching, unashamed lust.More mixed emotions; attraction and repulsion, an impulse to mate and another to run away. What was I trying to prove here? Was I here for myself, for Ron, or because I was mad at Henry?Maybe I was just a whore, attracted to the money these men had. If so, I was the cheapest whore ever. Henry made 20. I'm going to fucking breed you. Turn around." I caressed his face again. "Hey, don't be shy, you just exposed your asshole in front of a stranger, boy. That's fucking hot. I bet you like to be checked on like that. Now, come on, suck my cock."I removed my pants and my trunks, revealing the monster. Surprise. I sat on the driver's seat, legs spread, cock hard and bursting pre-cum."Do you want an invite or what? On your knees and suck my fucking cock."When he came between my legs, I used my hands. Even her emails are ultra adorable. And, she shared something that has me intrigued as hell. She told me that she has two tattoos. Tattoos are something I can generally take or leave. But the thought of her having ink adorning that sweet little body of hers is really getting me going. She didn't tell me what the tattoos are, or where they are on her. She said those are secrets for the future. Secrets? Wow! I'm gonna have secrets to uncover (maybe literally?) with my little Irish lass!Second on. So the prick still had something to deal. That must have been his thinking. He had planned that it would be about the kiddie prostitution and maybe porn, but he never planned on murder.Accessory after the fact of murder was going to be quite an incentive to talk his head off. If he chose not to do so, he would never again see the light of day. Not only would he be going inside, but he would be going inside as a kiddie pimp. Life would be a bitch for him, at the very least."Eddie, don't count on.