“What? You don’t have sex anymore”? She quickly replied I wish he would have sex with me, it’s been over two years now. Wow! Two years, what d... you do for sex, I asked her. She said I have toys but I miss having sex. I asked her, did you tell him you want to get fucked? She said that every time she brings up sex he gets mad at her and yells and make her feel like crap. She looked at her phone and said oh it’s late, I have to cook dinner for my husband; we had talked for over three hours and she. He seemed like a nice guy, and we often talked about our families, work and the news of the day. One other thing was that Malcolm and some of the other men would sometimes go outside with the strippers when they were on break and not on stage, and he told me that they would go to their cars and get blow jobs from the girls. That didn’t happen every night, and sometimes he just wasn’t interested or didn’t want to spend the fifty dollars for a quick blow and go.After a couple of more months,. "There was a huge homecoming for Helen attended by most of the Bastion family. Her husband's family, the Clarks, was there as well. Helen had called ahead when to expect her. We could do this as I had purchased a five-year-old Chevy wagon. We had spent one night on the road. I mentioned that I might not be welcomed. "You will be, I promise. You'll see."Sam, who now worked for the Bastions, was there of course to greet me. God, it was good to see him. He grabbed me and gave me a hug. I suspected. I'm going to eat that juicy ass and make you my lil' whore."I'd just laugh it off as a young man with a crush, but secretly I wanted to be used. I wanted to be touched and have a man just use me like his slut.It went on for more than half a year. He'd flirt with me, saying vulgar stuff, verging on sexual harassment, but I loved it. I'd laugh it off and then go home and masturbate. I think he knew it because he'd often tell me about it."Come on Ella, you know I'd show you a fun time. I know you.