. well, it's hard to do, Ridley. I'm so sorry I lied to you."Ridley nodded and patted her hand."Survival," David said. "Think about survival while you...re safe and healing in this motel. Survival. Think carefully, Eileen. How long can you survive as an underage prostitute? I'd guess your pimp beat you up, not a disgruntled john. You jumped from the frying pan represented by your perverted stepfather into the fire, which is represented by the runaway subculture and prostitution. Runaway girls. They would gladly drive me if I felt that I could not.We really had a great crew in our office. I was proud to work there and their reaction to this accident was heartwarming.I assured them I would be fine. It was early enough in the day that I could get down to home, and the hospital, with little worry about traffic.I made my way down Route 1 crossing over from New Jersey into Pennsylvania. I recall pulling into the parking lot at Abington Memorial Hospital and wondering how I got there so. I felt pressure but I also felt full. To be honest I had never felt anything like it before in my life. A dildo didn't even come close to this. And when they both started moving at the same time I knew I was hooked on cock forever.I loved how it felt to have a man working his dick moving in and out of my ass, the harder he fucked me, the more I wanted to feel him cum inside me. Mark pulled himself from my mouth just as Peter began slamming me harder than he had before. Then I felt his balls. I moved up to her clitoris and rapidly flicked her opaline tip before sucking it into my mouth, nursing on her. “Oh God Hank, that’s it, that’s it, oh, oh, oh, suck me taste me, taste meeeeeeeeeeeeeee, ayeeeeeeeeee,” she wailed, her hips pounding, powering her pelvis against my face. She screamed, “Oooooooooooooooo, Yesssssssssssssssss, Yes, yes, yes.” Her tummy was quivering as her fluids flowed; I licked taking in her nectar, taking her on a heavenly walk. I slipped a finger into her.