‘I write custom stories for people who have a difficult time recording a memory and who want it saved to paper or computer disk to read later.’ �...Oh, yeah? No kidding,’ he said looking from me to my computer and back at me again. ‘So what kind of stories do you write?’ ‘Every story you can imagine. You must have a story. Everyone has a unique story to tell. What’s your story?’ ‘Oh, boy,’ he said with a big smile. ‘I can tell you some stories about some of my customers on my route. You know bored. Denise repaid the favour, sucking my cock almost to ejaculation three times, each time letting me subside from the precipice, before she pushed me back on the bed and mounted me like a cowgirl. When I came, it felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum into her clutching pussy.I didn't think I had any more in me but Denise sucked my cock back to life again. She was lithe, limber and imaginative, trying out positions I had never experienced before, seemingly managing to force an orgasm for herself. "Don't be embarrassed son, it happens. Oh, well, I'd love to stay, but Ihave Penny waiting for me in the other room," My father said, as he pattedme on the back. (Penny is a barmaid, who works for Ann at the Crazy Horse.) Heleft quickly slamming the door behind him and for the first time I was alonewith Ann.She quickly hopped off the table. "Look, you fucking asshole," Anncursed. "I only fuck my husband so don't get any funny ideas." "I'm sorry Ann, really, I think I just got a little carried. He said “Now Sara, here is what you are going to do. You are going to be my little whore for the rest of the school year. You will let me do whatever I want with you and you will not tell anyone about it. If you do all of this then you will get an A in my class for the rest of the year and won’t have to do anymore of the homework.” Sara’s eyes widened. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to pass the class so bad and not having to do any homework anymore would be wonderful. She hasn’t had sex.