Then, I did something that would lead to a whole new set of rules and druthers down the road. I spun around on top over her and went down on her again... She tried to buck me off, but I was not going to be denied or stop until I was sure she'd made it."What the fuck are you doing, John! You don't have to keep doing that. You can do me in the morning. At least let me shower! I stink!" She was all but screaming. I ignored her.Soon, she went silent, breathing heavily, but generally silent. I felt. ”“Maybe I slept with you because I really think it.”“If you really thought I was nice,” Jenny wore upon her face what my father would have described as a shit-eating grin (though why a person eating shit would be grinning is beyond me), “you wouldn’t have slept.”“Thppt!” I responded (you will note that I have finally found the energy to look up the spelling in -Bloom-County-). I also added, “Well, I was kinda wore out by someone.”“Really?” Her voice was full of mock wonder. After giving me a. You looked at him then at his huge cock as you sat down and slowly spread your legs as wide as you could spread them allowing all of them to see your soaking wet shaved pussy as you started to finger your pussy again leaving your legs spread so they could all watch you. It was only a couple of minutes and one of them had went as long as he could and he got up and walked over to you with his big cock sticking out right at your face. You looked at all the pre-cum running out of his cock it looked. I don’t know if you can use my story, though. My business was, shall we say unconventional? But the statute of limitations has already passed for this stuff, and I really don’t care about my reputation anymore. My needs are taken care of.They’ve called me a whore and even a whore-monger, but I never saw it that way. I never screwed any of my clients, and my girls never did, either. We just gave them what they wanted, and they paid us for it. If it got them off, fine!Did Steffi tell you what I.