I want to just melt into the moment, but I know it’s a lie. He’s just buzzing with post-orgasm endorphins.No one really wants me. Not all of me, a...yway. They want my hands, or my mouth, or my ass. Not my heart. Not my mind. Not any other part of me.I’m fine with that, of course. I don’t hate myself for being a dirty little slut that other men pay to use. I don’t mind that I’m just another whore, that others will come before me and more will come after.Okay. I mind a little bit. But then I get. The men saved them up and donated them to the local Boy Scout Troop. My job was to separate the papers from the magazines, and then tie them up into manageable bundles. He handed me a big ball of twine and scissors, and then he left and went back inside. It was easy work, and all I thought about was earning enough money for my bicycle. As I began sorting and tying, I happened upon a dirty magazine that shocked me: It was a magazine about men, and even though the cover was missing, it was. She could feel his cock swell a little thicker and back, pulsating slowly. She could feel the heat radiating from his dick.He pulled out, just a little more this time, so the head was almost out with a slow plop sound again like a beer bottle was just opened. Her pussy was back to empty; the weird sensations were gone. She breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t plunge again. He just did a slow shallow movement of the dick at the entry, teasing her. She couldn’t take it, she wanted to rise up and. She sighed and licked her lips. The squeezing became kneading and I could swear I felt them firm up. Then I turned my attention to her perky nipples: I teased and tuned, flick and pinched them and I could hear the tone of her moans rise.Without leaving her breasts unattended, I moved down one hand caressing the soft skin of her belly, and moving more south to caress her perfect camel toe. I could feel her clit swell through her pink undies, which rapidly darkened with moist. I felt like some.