I was very open to the idea of serving guys beers and food, especially if I could make some money doing it and then in the end, getting it in the end,...that would just be an awesome bonus. I quickly accepted.So Friday night comes and I show up a little before the rest of them. First thing I did was drop my bag off in the spare bedroom I was going to be fucked in. Then the guys each showed up withing about a 15 minute period. I was introduced to each. And I could tell which was the one that. “Sir, I believe I ran over your trash can and can’t get it disconnected from my bumper. Would you be so kind to give me a hand? I will reimburse you for the damage I have done to your can.” He stepped a little closer but still was hidden in the shadows. “Come in out of the rain and I will see what I can do.”“That won’t be necessary. I will just get wet again when we get that can unhooked from my bumper. By the way do you know where Mercy Street is?”“Never heard of it but do come in out of. Each time he fucked me harder and faster, taking my thoughts, my imaginings, my expectations and exceeding them the next time he entered me, repeating these feats over and over again until anything other than abject submission to the creature seemed insane. My body grew to need him, missing the seconds spent outside of each other.And he needed me again...Now.I nearly skipped back to the cabin.I rose up on my haunches, my hands pushing me up as Tattoo held in one vice-like grip a pair of my. I start swirling my tongue in many different directions, playing with what felt best to him. He grabbed the back of my head by my hair and shoved my face down all the way, forcing his cock into my throat. It hurt a little bit, but, who was I going to stop, seeing as it gave him so much pleasure. I gagged a bit, but I was alright. I take my mouth off of his cock and look at him. He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, no questions asked. He parts my legs and presses.