I didn’t tax them—well, maybe a little use of equipment and toys at Felix’s. The 14 Boys Club boys were different. They were paid top price to t...ke what they did.Holding the Turkish boy in place, I made him deep-throat me. The bedrooms here came outfitted and I made use of some of what they provided. After he’d gotten me hard with his mouth, I put him on his back on the bed at the foot. I hadn’t decided how to mount him until we passed the room where the boy was being taken in a missionary and. He was wryly amused at the thought that, even those perversions so extreme that the professionals would balk at undertaking them would be taken on happily by enthusiastic amateurs. Out of his role as a trainer of whores came a knowledge and understanding of drugs. Heroin, cocaine and hashish were tools in his armoury, used sparingly and frequently withheld to enforce compliance. It was Stephen Rotkoff’s initiative that led his father’s organisation into the lucrative and rewarding paths of. Kim had touched herself as she watched thinking, that skinny girl's body is quite like mine. After frantic vaginal and anal fucking, Manuel had stood over her as she lay back on a couch, legs spread for him like a wanton whore, and he had spurted a huge jet of sperm right past her and onto the couch, then several more on her breasts and stomach. At that moment Kim herself had climaxed and fallen into a sleep pleasantly filled with dreams of being fucked by a Spanish stallion.Now in. Her asshole puffed out and -*Pffuummmttpff!*- she unleased a big full one on me."Ahhh! Wow that felt awesome!"She gushed happily, so pleased with herself having done a good one like that.I smelled the sickly sweet hot heavy aroma, as she then reached down between her legs and rubbed my nose right against her hole.She then lifted me out from under her."Let's have a smell, please."She smiled sweetly before sniffing my nose once more.She was clearly enjoying her own smell radiating off of my.