“I’m starting to get close, but I need you to be a good fucking whore for me and cum on my cock one more time before I cover you in cum, do you un...erstand me?” Tom panted.“Yes, I’m so fucking close, make me cum again, please!” I begged. His cock felt incredible, the way it kept hitting my g-spot made me think that I could cum on his cock a million times in a row.Tom grabbed my right breast, squeezing it hard as he kept pounding me. He kept talking dirty to me but I was so close to my next. "I'm a little sore this morning," she said. "Maybe we shouldn't be quite so bold." Her way of asking if I couldn't go a little easier on her.I kissed her tenderly, threw in an "uh huh" somewhere and continued to play with her clit. She may be sore and tender but it didn't stop her hips from thrashing around in the bed two minutes later.With a hard sigh and a tone quality in her voice that was almost pleading, she said, "Oh it's time. You have to be in me now. Please..."I entered her as gently. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion?. She was placed on hold for a few minutes , then the familiar voice came on the line. "This is Samuel " " hi mr. Gordy it's Rachel from the bar you came to the other night". As they discussed what the job would entail and if she would be interested her only thought was ' how much does it pay' ? " how much do you make at the bar Rachel with tips"? " we'll I make 7.25 an hour and usually about two hundred a night in tips". He sat silent for a bit then said " if we pay you 13.00 an hour would you.