About 20 minutes later and still no one had come to my house. Partly relieved, I wondered if maybe he had chickened out. Then, I heard a car door clos... from inside my garage, the garage door close and the door to my house open and close. I heard the footsteps come up the stairs and then a man appeared in my living room. "Hi, I'm Tom," he introduced himself. "Do you still want to do this?" Um, yeah, I think so," I replied meekly. "Good, I brought a bi video for us to watch. I thought seeing men. "Noooooooo...." i moan out loudYes slut. Although its plain that you prefer women, Saturday you are going to be a slave to cock. Have you ever had three cocks buried inside you before? Every hole in your body will be used...repeatedly. We are going to fuck your throat, cunt and asshole until they are raw, but youre not going to care. Youll be begging for it. Cockslave. Our cum will run from every fucking hole. Cumbucket. And itll be live!"No...nooo....nooooo" i moan, shaking my head, tears. "I answered the ad and had so much fun that I placed a similar ad in five other magazines and by the end of the year I was corresponding with twenty-eight people. My favorite was a lady from Boise, Idaho who wrote a chapter for a sex novel and sent it to me. She asked me to take her chapter and build on it and send it back to her. It got to eighteen chapters before she sold it to Greenleaf press. She sent me half the money and we did two more just like it before I stopped hearing from her. This. Dan was thirteen and his mother had died when he was ten so he lived with his dad. He liked to come over by himself sometimes when Keith wasn't home. He didn't have a very good situation with his dad so I guess I was a surrogate mom when he came over. He was a sweet boy and I felt sorry for him and I would sit and listen to him tell me his troubles and sometimes I would hug him and try to comfort him.It was a week after finding the stories on the Net and Dan stopped by. He was telling me about.