You know it's time." "Please, Sir," she moaned, "please use me. May I touch myself now? My I play while you use me, Sir?" "Of course. I love to see yo... twisting and cumming with me. Touch that wet pussy, little one." I beging fucking her mouth, holding tightly to the blond tresses, and controlling her face, as I fucked into her throat. She was gagging now, and the tears were beginning to trace down her face, but I knew her fingers were ticking her pussy and button. She opened wider for me,. The next page was a letter she wrote for me.Dear Marcy, my love.As you have read, I’m a slut and a whore. I have had sex with a lot of guys, some I haven’t written about. I’m not pleased with all I had done, but it did control my itch, a little bit. I loved the sex but there still was something missing.Then in September, I was with several men, like 20, at a strip club, yes I know I wasn’t old enough to get in, one of the guys owns the club.I was on the stage dancing and stripping for them when. She just stood there in that green bikini looking at my hand, I had started bleeding pretty bad I grabbed a shop towel and wrapped it up. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Yes, I'm fine." I said as my hand throbbed."Let me help you with that!" she insisted.We went over to my shop sink, I ran it under the water, she looked afraid to get near it, but I cleaned it out and asked her to grab the antiseptic from my first aid box. She helped me bandage up, soon as I was wrapped up, she pulled me down for. He was obviously attracted to her from his presence at the register and I ordered her a beer. As I returned to the table I realized just how agape her top was and was sadly disappointed nobody was around to see it. The older gentleman finally returned to the register area and I studied him in the reflection of a poster frame on the wall.That’s when it happened; I saw him slowly turning his head and then become permanently fixed. He had spotted the straight sight to her nipple and was.