I should have shot that boy instead of thinking you needed the freedom to figure it out for yourself."She turned to me. "Roberta's first great love wa... a twit named Kenny Short. He was as dense as an oak tree, dumb as an ox, horny as a billy-goat, and had the good sense of a shaft of wheat. The only thing on his mind was what was under Roberta's panties." She grimaced when she aid that, and Roberta blushed red."Kenny Small was in my tenth grade science class. For some reason the teacher thought. The sight of tits and a massive, fully erect, ten inch cock, on the same body, made my whore moan. "Trick and Treat!" she cooed as she glared at the perfect tits and huge, erect cock. "Very well, come in my naughty little ghost," they smiled. As soon as my whore was inside, she was grabbed and carried to the bedroom. Jack/Jackie tossed her on the bed and turned my whore on to her stomach. He/she tied my whore's ankles and wrists to the bedposts and lifted the bed sheet over my whore's back.. She was dead on in her assessments, Lindsey was inpressed by everything while Jasmine seemed bored out of her mind. She only perked up when Jen was telling them what network anchors made.“What do you make, Dean?”“Enough. What do you do, Jasmine?”“I’m the Personal Assistant to Mr. James Moody, CEO of Blanche Industries.”She said it with pride, like I was supposed to know who that was. I had no idea, and decided to ruffle her feathers a little. “A Personal Assistant? Is that like a glorified. My mind wandered off into what I was planning on receiving after this most triumphant orgasm. Would I get a fantastic blowjob? Would she call one of her sexy friends over and turn this into a 3-way? No! None of this happened! Why? Because this is a story about sex with me. Only bad things happen when I have sex! Read on to understand the following series of bad happenings.As she climaxed she revealed something to me that she had forgotten to mention in our previous conversations: SHE SQUIRTS! I.