” Jenny told him with a grin. “Could you do it? If a man was naked in front of you with an erection... do you think you could play with it? Suck o... it? Let him deflower your butthole?”“I mean...” Brad started. “...when I’m horny, I feel like I could be a real cock slut.”“Yay!” Jenny squealed, slipping two fingers inside the folds of her cunt. “I really want to see that. See you being a little faggot and taking dick in your mouth and ass. I want to see the look on your face when some guy cums in. " I understand you offered to punish Marcia if she didn't win the contest yesterday afternoon as you bet a substantial amount on her. How much did you win?" $10,000." Ten grand, that's quite a chunk of change," I said."Yes and I owe it all to your slave. What can I do you for?"During our conversation, my slave was beginning to have a harder time holding her position and the low moans which I so enjoyed started emanating from her throat."Ben sent me down here, said you might have suspension. Just the way he was blackmailing him, the way he was going to be forcingCharlie to buy clothes with money he didn't even have and the way he wasbeing so careless, so cruel, so . . . evil. The massive thoughts madeCharlie feel over encumbered with misery and anger to the point where hewanted to put a gun in his mouth and pull the trigger. Despite his darkthoughts he didn't have the courage to go forth. He wasn't there yet, itwas too early.He could hear the toilet flushing, the bathroom door. Must be where you got the talent, certainly not from your father!” she said with a slight laugh.Looking around I said, “Mom, there aren’t any ‘Vinnie’s’ around here that I can see. Try out—you could be my mom onstage as well as off,” I chuckled.“Oh, that’s supposed to motivate me? I did love the stage!” she said sounding wistful.“Try out—you get in, or you don’t get in, what’s the harm in that?” I reasoned.She got up and walked to the counter; the lady there said, “Oh ... you’ve decided to try.