I?I?" stammering but not answering.He shook the last of his pee from his cock and said, "The answer to myquestions are always YES. Now, do you like wa...ching a man piss, girl?"With a small shudder a gasp of air ushered the word YES from my throat.Owners cock was growing larger and starting to fill my mouth. I tried tothink like a girl and that sucking a cock was a natural act. It made mymind accept his cock in my mouth; although my body did not completelyaccept his cock without sending its. Then a meal. From there it was a short jump to flirting in his car. It felt funny to me. It was as though I'd been doing this for years, even though I'd never been in a situation remotely like it.Kevin respected the limits I put on his inquisitive hands, and the second time we parked up I rewarded him for it by rubbing his cock through his jeans until he exploded, grunting and groaning as he made a mess. Two things happened then. First I realised how awful it must have been for the boy in the. It held several white square pieces of paper fanned out like a deck of cards. "What I want to do pretty lady, is show you a card trick. Pick a card pretty lady, any card at all."Anything to get rid of him she thought and she reached out and pulled one of the white pieces of paper from his hand. "Do I look at it or what?" What you do pretty lady is call me. We'll do lunch" and he turned and walked away.She looked at what she had in her hand and she recognized it as a Polaroid snapshot. She. Mother told her how to satisfy a man and stretched her butt with her fingers. She stuck a candle in her rectum to stretch it and get it ready for men’s dicks. It was painful to walk with a candle in the butt, but Mrs. Hill got used to the pain. Mother taught Mrs. Hill to rub her clit when having sex. They had a deal, the clients would only fuck her ass and her mouth. Mrs. Hill’s first client was an elderly man of about 60. He had a short but thick dick. The man told her to dress off and dressed.