This’ll happen until you cum.”“Aaaaaaah...” The blonde bites her lip, furiously stroking herself as the invisible Asher provides aid.“Whoa n...w, don’t cum yet.” Megan glances down at the pocket watch idly, noticing almost twenty minutes had passed since the start of the session.“Alright, now you can cum.”Almost immediately after those magic words left Megan’s lips, Rachel lets out an intense scream, a look of pure bliss on her face as her hands slowly grind to a halt. She twitches occasionally,. " What if I get a boyfriend," she suggested in-between thrusts."You'll break up eventually and then I'll be all you have again," he responded confidently. "You shouldn’t really bother. All you need is me."Tiffany found it extremely hard to compile her thoughts while still getting fucked by her brother's overly engorged cock. She felt like crying. The choice to have a normal relationship was taken from her the day she first got into bed with her brother. Because of her messed up family she was. Both guys were pleased and I signed the sketches for them. Neither of them knew that I’d had two gallery exhibitions and painted a huge fucking wall. I wondered if either of them would keep the sketches and if someday they might be worth something.That wasn’t the end of the drawing, though. Three women came up to me close to the end of the day. They were giggling when they approached me but got all serious when I said, “Hi.”“Hi, Tony. I’m Mary. This is Sue Ellen and Marsha.”“Nice to meet you. A staircase lead up from the ground to the platform. Standing on the platform was a girl in a very sexy dominatrix outfit of black leather with a push-up boostier. There was a banner above her that read, "The Agony Booth - spanks for charity." A sign explained that 10 minutes with "Mistress Tina" was $10, and all proceeds benefited a local battered women's shelter. As the group approached, Mistress Tina cracked her whip above the crowd and taunted them, carnival barker style, "Who dares to.