When I clicked on the link, I was taken to a site that had mountains of video thumbnails of naked girls completing different types of sexual acts.I cl...cked on a video thumbnail photo of a young girl naked on her knees, while her whole face was covered with some type of white liquid, as more were dripping out of her mouth, and with three dicks next to her face. The video had the title, “Lexi the Cum Bucket Whore.” It was a short one-minute clip of a young girl, that looked to be my age, smiling. Oh, by the way, would you care for a drink?” I said, moving behind the bar.“No, I don’t believe so ... not right now, maybe later, Sandy. Wow, I must say, this place is as advertised, totally something else. And the art, my God, the art’s superb.” He looked at one of the paintings on the walls.“All are from contemporary up and coming artist. That is by...”“Yes,” he broke me off, “I recognize the work, wonderful piece, it’s called ... Murder & Mayhem. He is a fine creative artist, a twisted,. Wendy was sweating and her skin became slick with drips descending onto her breasts. She gasped with exertion but she still was able to twist and pull on his nipples with her left hand. That was his last straw.‘Oh god coming I’m coming’ he cried and the cum shot from his straining cock high onto his sweat soaked chest. She pulled out laughing, leaning back, shaking her head before leaping onto him and pushing her cock into his mouth. ‘Suck it. Suck it’ she demanded.My composure was gone and I. She told me she lost it. It was the winter cotillion. I gave it to her to wear and she lost it. It almost ruined us. Her mother was dead and the one thing I had to give her, she lost the first time she wore it,” Grover sobbed. “We didn’t speak to each other for months. Then I realized we’d lose each other if we didn’t patch it up. We agreed never to mention it again. Oh, if only she’d known that she had it all along, we could have put it all behind us.” He was desperately weeping by that time.