If only his friend knew that Brad never paid me, and I did this purely for my own pleasure - and of course because I'm not a prostitute. He described ...y snatch as "tight and clean" and "not like he expected a hooker whore's used cunt to look." He then sniffed at me, declaring me to smell clean and tasty. With that declaration, he went down on me.He didn't spend long eating my pussy because he wanted a blow job. Brad told him to find his manners and pay me before I did anything else. He handed. "I'm your dad!" We're both horny," Susie countered, "and I'm eighteen. It's not like you're m*****ing me." No!"With a sigh, Susie dropped back on her haunches. She didn't move from her place, to remain spread over my lap. My needful cock felt like it might escape my body to get at her all by itself."I think you better get off," I decided."That's what I'm trying to do!" Susie laughed, her eyes gleaming and her face lit with a sly smile."You know what I mean!" Let me suck your dick. Close your. On some occasions I was to spend the weekends there also; parties and things like that.Monday I was taken to my new home away from home. All I needed to take was the cloths I had on. I was told everything I needed was there. Mr. Owens introduced me to his farther. He told him my problem, and how he planned to solve it. That brought a smile to his face. He took my hand and took me into this huge room. It was full of all sort of toys. Master Owens, as I was told to call him, wasted to time in. Go talk to Vinny,” Amber said, pointing to the stage manager. Vinny was what you might expect in a stage manager for a burlesque house. He was in his 60’s, beer belly, silk button-down shirt, gold chain, half-eaten cigar, and hair slicked back with enough oil to see your reflection. “I want in,” I said to him as I walked up to him at the bar where he was cashing out the night. “No, you don’t, Dorothy.” That was my nickname because I was from the Midwest and because he thought I was a prude..