I watched as she made her big nipples perky and erect. Then Chelsea placed my cock in between her boobs and began to rub it. I moaned as I felt my coc... jerk back and forth between her natural double D's. “You like that, big boy?” she asked. I breathed heavily as my cock smacked against her boobs. I felt like I was going to cum all over them at any second. “Now it's my turn,” Bridget said, as she approached me. Chelsea released my cock and allowed Bridget to satisfy me next. I breathed heavily. Somehow he’s on his feet and splashing cold water on his face and neck. He walks back into the kitchen and stands for the longest time staring at the tableau in front of him: Kitchen table with beige cosmetics case on it and a manila envelope beside it with a blue bikini on top. On the floor is his crushed heart. Richard sits back down and takes the pile of photos out of the case and places them on the table. Yes, that’s Joan. Her head is turned to the man and herlips are on his but her eyes. She had to fight her gag reflex. He repositions her so her back is now up against the dumpster. There's no where to go to escape the attacking cock. She was pinned so completely, her head clamped in his big hands on either side and between the dumpster and his cock pistoning into her open mouth her only option was to push him away. "You gotta take it deep now, sweetness. Open up your throat and let me slide in. Somebody's got to teach you how to get proper skullfucked." And with that he started. The Hall took their ten percent, and I was rid of my mistake.I stuck the money in my pocket and drove down the road to the hell-and-brimestone church where they sold and rented young girls, run-aways and abandoned kids, homeless for whatever reasons. I had gotten a couple of good lays from them, just girls for a week or so, disposables.They had nothing I wanted, just a bunch of soft, beat-up sluts.So I had to go retail and headed for the Mall and the Doll Factory where there were always nice.