He was making money so what did it matter ?I was wrong.Bruno DID give a shit."I'm glad you called", he said in an unusually friendly manner whichimmed...ately made me wary."I have a job if you're interested", he continued, "it's a weekendstayover in London." Marcus is hosting a special party and has specifically asked if you areavailable".My heart began to pound through my chest and I was sure that Bruno wouldhear it. I had expected Bruno to offer me a "normal" escort job - butsecretly I was glad. We walked into the bedroom and there was Simon; legs spread apart, holding his cheeks to how off his still red (and slightly moist) cunt, head dully buried under the pillows!Jon let out a moan as he saw Simon and looked at me ‘Seems he’s been used before, today. Dare one say it, looks well seeded?’ ‘Oh fuck yes, is he well-bred Jon. New to it too, first time being fucked was today but fuck is he one horny little twink’. Jon was on his knees behind Si’s open cheeks, his tongue out, leaning. I was feeling quite aroused myself and I had the beginnings of an erection. I think he noticed too. He finally managed to pin my shoulders on the ground with his knees, so his cock was over my mouth. Should I bite, suck it, lick it? He started to playfully slap my face with. It was quite painful, as it was pretty heavy. To prevent him from inflicting too much damage, I took the head in my mouth, licked the tip and sucked. He was soon as hard as a rock and pointing skywards, so I licked his. Afraid, tired, and hurting, I attempt to get my legs under me. Only to have them knocked back out. Leaning into me, I feel his breath on my cheek. Whispering, "I’m going to remove your gag. I want to hear you scream. Hear you whimper. You are not allowed to talk! Do you understand slut?" I nod eagerly. He isn’t gentle, barely loosening the straps, yanking the large red ball from my mouth. I cough and take a deep breath before I immediately start pleading. A harsh blow lands across my face. “I.