She got off her bike and walked it up to the van. “Sure thing,” she said. She had a sweet voice. I felt bad for her.At that moment Mark slid the v...n door open and ran out. He grabbed her, cupping a hand over her mouth before she could scream. The bicycle fell over.“Shit, I didn’t think about the bike!” Mark said, dragging the girl to the van. “Juan you’ve got to get it. Get it and put it in the van.”“But I’m not supposed to get involved, this-““Get it or we could all go to jail! The cops will. Touching me from the outside, he stroked me a couple of times, then moved his had to cup my sack through my briefs. A moment later, as he kissed his way from my mouth to my nipples, then down the trail of hair leading past my navel to my briefs, his fingers pulled the waist band down, and my hard, wet cock was free at last. I obliged by letting him take my briefs off. Almost immediately, he buried is nose and mouth on my sac, and started kissing and licking and sucking each ball. With his. I spent a day whoring myself out to women, men, anyone that would entertain me, but I had not luck. A week later, still it was being proven what a worthless whore I was, still no interest. Finally I found a Dom/Domme in the UK. Everything he or she said seemed like a scam, every question they asked made me suspicious but I didn't care. They ordered me to log into Skype and perform. My Skype account still reflected my true owner - MD. I was called Cheery Smith - her cumslut. They ordered me to. Should I unbutton her top? Should I say something?I know she could feel me trembling as her lips traced a path down my chest to my navel. She slid her tongue in it and wiggled it around. Her tits were now over my cock. It jumped at them like a hungry wild animal.I lay back and closed my eyes. I imagined my cock between her tits. I had seen them once a few years ago as she was changing clothes. At the time I didn’t think anything of it. Now that vision was clear in my mind. And my mom did have.