." I move between your legs and lick you from the inside of your right knee all the way to the outline of your V. I feel your body stiffen then rela...."UHhh....mmmmmmmm...." I look up at you with the classic "butter wouldn't melt" innocent eyes,"You were saying something, I wasnt listening, say that again?"As I say this my hand finds your dick and starts stroking it nice and slow."Oh shit.....mmmmmm"I look you dead in the eyes and lick from the base to the tip of your cock.I hear you suck in. We were young like you, only I was thirteen, almost fourteen, and Harold was the baker's son."We met because my father and Harold's mother loved to 'comfort' each other, as they were both widows. My mother die in childbirth, with my brother Abraham, and Harold's mother would send him to fetch the baker for one reason, or another. Harold's father would drop everything and run like a bull over to Harold's mother and they would close the doors, and pull the draperies, so they could 'comfort' each. Then she turned around and said, "Unbutton me!"My fingers was shakin' like I had the palsey as I was tryin' to get the tiny little buttons through the tinier little slits. Before I even got 'em all undone, she slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was standing there in her brassier and panties lookin' like somethin' that come down from heaven.My mouth was so dry I couldn't hardly speak. Beth sat me on the side of her bed and unlaced my boots and took 'em off. Look i want some fun with poor guys and you want money.He said i could have earned more money by bringing rich clients but you are not a professional prostitute.you want fun with lower class men.Thats why i have a plan.You will cover your face and we are going to film it.You are right,we wont fuck you all the time at once.everyday a new group and new location.then i will sell this film to a adult film director.Dont worry apart from me nobody will know your name or see your face.;And so.