It wasn’t really a journal it was more like a notebook filled with dirty stories of what I would love men to do to me. I was deep into a story when ... looked at my watch and realized an hour has passed and I never written anything in my homework journal. I placed my note book down beside me on the bench and rose to look at something interesting to write about. I scribbled something down real quick about a suit of armor fitted for a c***d and when I turned to retrieve my journal it was gone.Panic. I called her a slut, a cunt, I told her I wanted to cum over her entire body and on her face, I told her I wanted to fuck her until her pussy couldn’t withstand any more. And then I knelt down behind her, as she was still bent forward over my desk, and began to rim her ass, plunging my tongue into her tiny puckered brown hole, and licking around it, while spreading her ass apart. I buried my face in her ass and made her wet, occasionally tonguing down a bit farther so I reached her dripping. I want to help you out. BUT i want something in return."i knew what he meant, and he knew i couldnt refuse what he was offering. i look up to him and then i bow my head down. i ask softly, "what is it you want and for how much?" head and ill give you 100$" he said nonchalantly."this is the last time. i can not keep doing this will."he slumps back in the chair and looks evil at me. he knows im having trouble with keeping up with all my bills and my school work. hey its easy money and i know he. He place his long thick cock on top of my head and took pictures. Then he began to slap my face with his rod. He ordered me to look up as he took more pictures. He told me not to be scared and it might hurt a little. Before I knew what was coming he slapped my face hard. My head hit the side wall as tears began to form. I whimpered but he told me to be quiet. I sniffled as he had me open my mouth. He stuffed himself into my mouth and had me look up as I sucked. He liked the look of fear in my.