Uh . . there’s a guy in there that looks a lot like me . . . ““Yeah, kinda . . . I sort of got off on him. He reminded me of your father.”“... do look like dad, don’t I.”?“Yes, you do. Do you want to know if you’re bigger than that guy in the magazine? Well, ya are. In fact, you’re even bigger than your dad was! I thought that was what you wanted to ask.”“Thanks, mom, that’s interesting to know, but I . . .sort of . . .”“Go ahead, you can say what you want.”“I was going to ask, if maybe you. I too am a fan of hers, so I know her as well as any fan can. I am quite willing to help her out."What is it?" I asked, my tone cautious but interested."Take me to the East End," Kellie said. "Hackney. Conrad's. We're making a pickup."I paused again, taking in the directions. The real East End of London is nowhere near the crime-ridden neighborhood the media portrays. They naturally exgaggerate, summarize, leave things out. The East End is really a pretty nice place, a place of varied cultures. .Once I got the all clear from the doctors my parents had only one thingon their minds: my education. There were all sorts of online courses tohelp with getting a GED but I'd spent years missing out on life anddidn't feel like wasting another minute stuck at home in my room with akeyboard. They did offer classes to pass the GED at the local communitycollege. Having basically bankrupted themselves taking care of me while Iwas ill my parents were in no position to pay the tuition and it. .yes...yes...”“Do you want to stop whore?”I was so close to cumming, so close, I couldn’t believe when I heard myself say, “No...no...please...”“That’s a good whore. My whore. I fucking own you” With that he tugged on the collar. The shock, the excitement, the filthiness and shame, it was all too much and I exploded with pleasure and disgust. “YES!!!” I shuddered, my pussy tightened and squeezed as I felt his old cock explode in my young pussy. I collapsed forward on him, my head on his heaving.