I figured he would try to get Mark to lower the price but Jim eagerly agreed. Again I was not sure if I should be offended or not. Mark was selling my...ass for money. Ok he was selling it for what seemed like a lot of money but still he was making me feel like a whore.Jim moved behind me and entered in one hard long push. I was lubed and stretched out but Jim said I was still one tight piece of ass. I thought he would last even longer this time but it only took him a couple of minutes until he. I pulled my hair up a bit, and put some make up on indramatic red. I pulled a red latex thong up and over my ass, and matchedit with red opera gloves and red thigh highs with a four-inch heel. Coming back in he hadn't moved an inch, he still seemed unsure ofhimself, but he seemed distracted by my new attire. I was amused, asalways. I held up a tube of a purple lipstick, want some?~~~O~~~ He scowled, "No, lipstick is for women." I completely agree. So why wouldn't you want any?. .. gets away with it." I also heard " ... names not Mitzi" and " ... to keep Rob from..." That one really got my attention because I'm Rob. To keep Rob from what? I got a partial answer one day when I was in the supply room. I was on the floor behind the copy machine trying to find out why it wasn't getting any power when I heard:"Think we can get her to fuck us to keep it quiet?" I don't know if we should push our luck. I'd hate to lose the free blow jobs." Yeah, but if she really wants to. At night, they drank and. Rod avoided their having sex again. Each night they went to bed and she was refused, Gail's anxiety mounted. Since that first night, he had cut off all conversation about sex. Gail cringed inwardly, feeling she had given herself away. Yet she couldn't help it. With a sickening feeling in her stomach, she had to admit to herself that she only lived for lewdness, that she would gladly, fervently, perform any and all obscenities that Rod would ask her to do. With a.