I willservice any man who wants to use me as his whore because I am a sissyslut..."He pressed record on the video as I repeated my new mantra. After a...fewrepetitions, Master added an unexpected stream of his piss directlyinto my mouth. When I sputtered and stopped saying my lines, he slappedmy face and told me that we'd try again after a few more beers.Still tied up and now smelling of piss, I began to cry in fear. I lostcontrol of my emotions, thinking about how quickly Master had draggedme. She was a little shorter than the others, but had the biggest ass and smallest waist of them all. "Hey," she said, matter of factly. "Hey yourself," I said warily, still taking the whole situation in. "So you like what you seein?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Oh yeah...trying to figure out how many trips I can book this airline for." Laughing, she added, "That's what we like to hear. Naomi mentioned I should keep an eye out for you. I know you white boys like to eat pussy." By. She looked at me. "Close proximity works, as long as the man is turned on. What are you thinking?"I smiled at her.---When the owner of the strip club saw Tillie in all her glory, whoever she looked like to him, he hired her on the spot. He agreed to the stipulation that she wouldn't walk the catwalk, as everyone in the club would see someone different, but she would be the lapdance "dream girl", a mystery woman who would meet the patrons one on one and always leave them wanting more, even if. The heat rushed through me. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She ground her twat from side to side on my face. Her head threw back. She panted and moaned, a big smile on her lips.I thrust my tongue into her cunt. I scooped out Daddy’s cum from her tangy depths. Her silky pubic hair rubbed across my face. She had a big smile on her lips. This look of awed passion as my tongue wiggled around in her.“That’s so different,” gasped Britney. “Your dad took my cherry. I’ve never had Vivian’s tongue in.