The man entered my apartment. That’s what he paid for. Access. He could do whatever he wanted in my apartment for up to two hours. He could watch a ...ovie. He could smoke. He could eat. He could fuck me in any way he wished, for as long as he wished up to the allotted time. Sometimes they stayed longer. That was okay. In business, sometimes you have to stretch the rules.Here is a list of a few things I’ve been made to do as a whore for my mistress:Been fucked repeatedly in all three of my holes.. While licking the head I opened my mouth so I could let his cock slide into my mouth. I sucked it like a lolly pop. Kissing and licking it as I let it inside my mouth. His cock was big but was I think a good fit for my mouth. Feeling the cockhead slide in and out, it was so warm and filled my mouth. I looked up at him and his eyes were closed and he was smiling. After a few minutes of sucking his cockhead, it was time to take more of his cock in me. Bobbing up and down, I let more and more of. I was lay back enjoying the feeling when I felt him on top of me his fur was warm against my body, I could feel him panting hard his cock was stabbing at the opening of my pussy which added to the pleasure when Jayne took hold of it and guided towards the opening of my pussy and he was soon inside me fucking me hard and fast not slowing down the weight of the dog holding me down as I was one of his bitches and his to do as he pleased. I felt his cum filling me up and yet he kept on fucking me. I was a healthy boy with a healthy appetite. My hormones were tickled by high, hard tits and swaying asses, by moist, generous lips and endless legs. And they were denied me. Let's say it made me dream of candy 24/7.Irene was a miracle. Under her straight mousy hair dwelt a mind of mercury. I never again met a girl who could turn a gray, rainy afternoon into paradise, just with words and images, with little touches and butterfly kisses. And when she smiled, her plain, stub nosed face seemed to.