....SLAP across my face “SLUT DO AS I TOLD YOU “ I got on my knees and started sucking this man off I didn’t like the taste of him at all then m...ster Grabbed my hair pulling me away from that cock “DO IT AS IF IT WERE MINE SLUT “ and SLAP across the ass by the end of the night I had let that man do all sorts to me He fucked my face, pussy, ass, and titties and slapped me so much that even master had had enough of him and told him to leave which he wasn’t too pleased about Although we have had. "We need a lingerie model to work the bar from five until midnight," he said. "She sells raffle tickets each hour and at the end of every hour she holds a drawing." "Drawing for what?" I replied. "For a blow job from the model while everybody in the bar watches." I was instantly interested in the "modeling" job. It seemed like a fun job and an easy way to meet lots of men. The fact that the job would allow me to show men how good I can give blow jobs and how much I liked giving them was turning. We are in our early 50's, my wife 1 1/2 years my younger. I am 6' and she is 4' 11", so you can see that sex standing up is difficult. My wife is beautiful to me and would just fit into the category of BBW. Brown to auburn hair with a great rack, 36d. She has been in a job that has changing hours and are mostly opposite of my work schedule. We had a talk about her disinterest in sex and I was told that she was just to busy and tired from working different hours. That is when I began to think. "I've forgotten your name," she said."Victor, James Victor," he said and Vixen lettered that under his likeness. "Sign it, please?" the boy asked.The girl wrote "Vixen" cater-corner.He handed her his sketch and carefully placed hers in his pad of paper. They briefly smiled at each other.Jim Morris, the art instructor, made the first move, stopping Vixen as she was about to leave. "Got a minute?" he asked and led her back to his small office.She sat where he waved, on a wooden stool, and he sat.