There was no hair on her mound, I saw. Her exposed, heavy tits bounced from the strutting — so did her reddish curls."Hi guys," she said, one finger...between her pouting lips, like a naughty girl. She held her head at a coquettish angle — her lashes fluttering with exaggerated flirting. She looked from the blonde to the darker haired stud. "Oooooh!" she gasped. "Is this all for lil ol' me?" The tackiness made me shudder. Her voice was like a child's, but it had the throaty undertone I remembered. "J. Jonah Jameson took the cigar out of his mouth and looked at the black man, "Think about it Robby. Give it thirty seconds and see if it comes to you."Thirty seconds later Robby shook his head no. Jameson said, "I hack on him all the time every time he comes around and as a result he never comes here unless I call him in to give him an assignment. So, in a way, I control his comings and goings at The Bugle, right?" Yeah, but why is that important?" Think, Robby, think! If he stays away unless. My memory of him being the dominant man that had fucked my brains out and changed my life was ruined. He had begged, changed his online name, and was always the highest tipper in any of my shows."You were doing the begging before, we could do it again," the next message."I am going to clean up, then go to bed," I replied.I turned off the computer and headed for the bathroom.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~"Another costume came for you," Will said as I entered my postal center."You're joking," I sighed as I. All the guys seemed nice enough and they all kept apologizing and telling me how hot I was and how horny I made them. Eventually the whiskey got the better of me and I told them that we could probably work something out. We talked a bit more and after a while agreed that for fifty bucks each I would let them gang bang me. I guess I was a real slut. Actually since I was doing it for money I was a whore and it excited me beyond belief! I started off by taking my wet panties and stockings off. I.