‘Give me your cream! Chuck give your whore your cream. ..I want to be your whore!’ Just as he was about to compile, his dick began to spurt thic... white glob of warm cream onto my outstretched tongue. I held my tongue still as he painted it and my face with spurt after spurt of what looked like hot paste. What I didn’t catch right in the mouth, I scooped up with my fingers and licked them off, with loud smacking noises and moans of pleasure. Then he ordered ‘lick my juicy old cock clean, my. I'm Jennifer Carpenter. I was told to meet a Mr. Vermosa here at seven o'clock. Do I have the right place?" She began to tremble as she sensed other figures coming up behind her as well."We are who you came to see. When we found out he had sent for you, we left that message for you at the hotel. Vermosa isn't expecting you until tomorrow."She looked around quickly. Still not able to make out any faces, she realized with even greater alarm that there were no less than six or seven men now. He was ruggedly handsome in a kind of George Clooney way.‘Hi, I’m Brett Wood, I run this place.’ He reached out his hand for me to shake, ‘Lauren is it?’ ‘Hello, yes it is.’ I replied shaking his hand. He didn’t seem fazed at all by my hooks. We had a very long chat and he asked me all sorts of questions. I admitted to him that I had no experience at all but that I was keen and a quick learner, though I wasn’t sure what my limitations would be.‘What do you think you can bring to the club. This, I thought. This is what I want to paint. This moment in time. I could feel something about to happen. The perfect moment just over the horizon…She reached the falls, hands out, letting the water hit her palms, sluicing through her fingers, splashing her. She screamed again. Not loudly or shrilling. Like a thrill-seeker on a roller coaster. Pivoting, she showed me her profile. It was perfect. Her small round breasts were the perfect size for her slender frame. Her ass looked as if someone.