"Let me taste that pretty asshole of yours," I said as I leaned back in my seat. Mr. Ryan leaned his seat all the way back and climbed to the head of ...t, turned around and stuck his butt in the air. I slowly pulled down his jeans. His ass was cleanly shaven. I kissed his butt cheek, and spit on his cute little pink asshole. I licked his pink hole. It was soft. I felt so dirty, even though Mr. Ryan was so clean. I began to get hard again. I flicked my tongue back and forth. I spread his cheeks. “Oh well, it was worth the fantasy.” She returned to her computer at 12:30. “Damn,” she said, “I’ve got to complete the questionnaire and send it by 1:00!” III It was easy to follow the online map to Bill’s address. She arrived at 7:45 and circled the block talking herself out of going, and talking herself into going. Bill was not the least bit surprised to hear the doorbell ring at exactly 8:00. “Come in, Susan. Please stand in the center of the room facing my chair.” Without touching her,. The man came up behind me. I craned round to look what he was doing,terrified. This wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to be a prostituteanymore. He reached into his pants and pulled his thick cock out. Thenhe came right up behind me, reached under my skirt and pulled myknickers roughly down around my thighs.I cried out, suddenly aroused, startling myself. Despite everything, Iwanted this.Ooo yeah. I wanted him to fuck me.No! That wasn't right! I wasn't a whore.He grabbed my buttocks. They felt like the pants of my old karate gi. I wondered what I had been doing for exercise. My left arm was grabbed and stuffed down the sleeve of a surgical gown. Then the right. A nurse tied everything behind me. I stepped into some bland white shoes.I think one of the nurses had been one of the Asian girls I had found with Larry during that first flicker. Anh, Jade? I couldn’t even remember which one he had wanted to keep. Drinking, because women don’t really need names. She gave me a.