She taunted him, "You like sucking cock, Don't you Alan? You like to think of yourself as a sex slut as you suck a real cock, don't you? You often ref...r to your arse as your boy pussy, don't you Alan? So you must want to be a slut woman, you do want to be a slut woman, Don't you Alan?"Alan answered each question with a refined yes, know that to anger Gwen now would result in him being tied and abused for possibly hours. Suddenly Susan stood beside Alan and held out a shopping bag; Gwen told. I grabbed my handbag and got out, walking up to the entrance. The girl greeting me was smiling sweetly. She seemed very young, and not a prostitute herself, just greeting guests as they arrived. "Hello," she said. "Welcome to Club Jenna. The bar is right this way," she pointed, "or if you already know who you'd like to meet, you can step over here to our parlour." She pointed to a staircase on her other side. I nodded. "I'll just have a drink first, thank you," I said, stepping through dark. Darcy looked at Les in amazement. Les spoke to her. "You see? That's how it can be. You've got to do what we said. You can talk to Wes if you want, but it's not going to make any difference in the end." I'd like to anyway. Wes? Can you sit down so we can talk?There was probably room on the couch for five people but it would have been a little too cozy. I got a chair and scooted it over in front of the couch, facing Darcy and my sister. I needed something to keep some control in on the. He felt a little guilty. "Sorry. Sore spot?" "A little." She shrugged. "My youngest brother, Evan, he comes sometimes. My parents don't come." He glanced at her, then put some oil in a skillet. "Why not? You'd think they'd want to." "You'd be wrong." "Come on, it can't be that bad." He started slicing a zucchini. "My family is obsessed with sports. Suffice to say that I haven't had a ton of support in my musical ambitions." Ryan studied the carrot before taking another bite and didn't look at.