..Sheexpects you to do that....Understand fellows?...Now Robert?...Just grab theslut's head and fuck her mouth, OK?...and be sure to tell the fucking ...unt whatyou expect of her...She is a stupid bunch of fuckholes and you have to tell thedumb cunt plainly...You other boys watch how Robert does it." Richard said. Robert looked at Richard and nodded."Suck my cock, you fucking whore!...Suck it!...Ummmm...Yeah!...I'm fucking yourmouth like a cunt!...You like that, bitch?...Hmmmm...Of course you do,. " I had pleasured roughly 20 of my pimps business partners and friends. I’d been thoroughly fucked by over half of them and had been forced to swallow almost all of their semen .When they finally left the brothel I was covered all over by their semen. My pimp pried my cheeks apart so he could inspect the damage the clients had done." Tears of misery were streaming down my face and my body was drenched in sweat from my constant struggles to free myself from these huge brutes. The brutal assault. I hustled to the store's front door, dying to feel the air conditioning inside. I burst through the front door and breathed in a lungful of hot air."Hey, where's the cool air?" I shouted at the young black boy behind the counter."Power drain," he said, looking up, "we had to shut down the air conditioner to keep the rest of the things running."His eyes widened and a smile creased his lips as he looked me up and down. I looked down at my saturated blouse, clinging to my big tits; my hard red. As we stood in my office, it was neither of those things that struck meabout Phillip.It was that he was wearing a dress.I almost laughed. The image was that absurd. Here he was, this man in hismid-40s, with short hair and large hands, standing in my doorway, wearing asoft blue dress and blue heels. I could have sworn he had was wearinglightmakeup, just a bit around the eyes and lips. It was like seeing a bear in acheerleader's outfit. It just did not compute."My God, Phil," I said. "Come in..