Then I see the first man standing over me. He picks up a big serving fork and takes a slice of the meat off my body. The fork worries me. It's poin...ty and being used to pick stuff up off my body. What if someone pokes me with it?The line continues. With each guest, I worry about being poked. And, after a while, I do start getting poked occasionally. I wince when it happens, careful not to make a sound. I'm most of the way through this, probably. It'd really suck to lose it all now.After. His guy had been sending me messages, bugging me, sending me hot pics of himself. He was so hot, so one day I "Caved" in and agreed to hook up with him in a nearby hotel. He offered me to pay for the room and the sex, so I was a happy gurl :DHe instructed me to doll up like a emo, so I did. Black makeup and lipstick, light foundation, nosering and hooops in my ears. My black superstraight hair was all shiny with a pink hairband and a pink rose. I put on a black, offshoulder top and a red bra. "I need to get dressed. You better go upstairs and get cleaned up." She said."Mom, can I get a hug before you get dressed." He asked."Sure, lets get off the bed first." She said, taking her son's hand. They stood facing each other at the foot of the bed."Do you wanna take off your shirt first, sweetie." Michelle asked suggestively."Sure." He said.Michelle helped her son peel off his shirt so that they were both now bare chested. "I just thought it might be more meaningful if nothing were. " Thank you, sir." Beg for this your dirty slut. Beg me." Please sir, give me another. Please!" Another slap.He releases her breasts from her black lace bra; they swing as he begins to slide his cock between her slit. His left hand wanders to her hard nipples, his right holding her bound hands as leverage as he humps her like a fuck toy. His cock is covered in her juices, just begging to be licked off.He grabs her arms and forces her to her knees under the desk, while he sits in his chair."Suck.