She liked the humiliation of it, the degradation of declaring herself purchasable. The ancient and basic equation never failed to work: what a man can...buy he can also own …a whore is a woman for sale, objectified, low and filthy … a man has an ultimate freedom and control with a whore, he can do exactly as he pleases. But more fundamental and primary is a woman declaring herself as a man’s personal slave and property …it is an all-inclusive “gift certificate”. She pranced in front of the. He was about 25, in a white, in a teeshirt and jeans. I reached for his jeans to pull his cock out, his button and fly were wide, but he'd tucked his cock in while I switched booths. He stopped me and knelt down and opened my jean instead. He pulled out my thick eight inches and swallowed me whole. He tugged down on my balls while pumping his head back and forth. I moaned and held his head as he blew me. It was only a few minuets before I was shooting a thick hot load of cum down his. Paul told Jim how I’d been “helping” him warm-up, oil-up, pump-up, and doing a great job. It’s like Paul was selling me to Jim. I knew I could do this. I’d learned a lot about the pros, bodybuilding, muscle sex, and worshipping, for years.“Well, I’m running a little late so I think I’ll just camp here with my stuff if you guys don’t mind,” Jim said as more of a statement of fact, not a question. “My group, the heavyweights, is about an hour away from line up. Hey, Scott, even though Paul has. She knew she should stop him, but she really didn't think he would go much farther. She was certain she could hold on until he lost his nerve.John removed his hand from her shorts, and returned to her tits. This time, however, his hand was under her T-shirt, massaging her tit directly. When he met no resistance, he quickly followed suit with the other hand.Since the T-shirt was cut so short, and he had two hands under it massaging her tits, there was very little shirt left to cover her chest..