“I thought you’d enjoy a little eye candy around the house since we don’t get much quality time these days. Just try to behave yourself. She is ... ‘LOOK ONLY’ employee.”“I understand baby. She is easy on the eyes.” I replied, letting her know my approval.“Is the skirt short enough for you; I picked it out myself after finding out what size Maria was. Again, I just wanted it short enough for you to enjoy the view.”“I miss you these days baby. Thanks for the treat,” I said, just before she had to. I was a bitch, whore, worthless, good only for sexing and believed it.I'm no different than the Asian bar girls dancing naked on a stage, selected by number. My stage is different but like them, I'm called by a number, my phone number. No, they dance for survival, facing the horror of what they must do to survive. Me, I dance because I want on the stage. That's who I am, a dancing whore on the meat market stage.Convincing myself I was just a sex object, my esteem plummeted to my late teenage. Tracing my hands over his body, I slowly lifted myself from his body, moving lower until I was faced with his package. Pulling his boxers down, his seven inch erection sprung out. I eagerly reached for the shaft, running my hand up and down as I slowly placed the tip into my hot mouth. I swirled my tongue over the tip, tasting him and loving every second of it. Slowly, I began to work my way down his shaft with my mouth, unfortunately I could only fit six inches of him into my mouth but I made. Mum nodded through thin lips as she concentrated. There was sweat on her top lip and rivulets running between her breasts. Auntie moved me aside and began to suck on my mum’s tits kneading them with her fingers and pulling at them slowly. A small white drip on each one signalled her intentions. “Well don’t just stand there get sucking boy i’ll do the right one you do the left”. We sucked until her milk flowed a steady stream and as auntie finished first she got the reward of crouching over.