"Fuck!" he said as he pulled back out, a long strand of saliva trailingfrom my lips."Come on, let's take him back," I heard him say as he and George l...ifted meup and guided me on.I remember a crowd around us as they led me through the room. I couldn'tsee any faces, just a bunch of hungry eyes following me as I passed.I don't remember many specifics from this point, but I know that George wasalways there, whispering encouraging words telling me what a good slut Iwas.We got to this "back room" and. I started fucking her pussy. But she was not cooperating with me. I got irritated and went off. At night I slept without clothes and called her. I ordered her to sleep beside me without any clothes. At first she rejected but at last she removed her clothes and slept at the edge of the bed. I went near her and hugged her hardly, but she was rejecting. I ordered her to turn to me and hug me. She turned irritatingly and hugged me. We slept. On morning I called her and gave the money. My knees slightly buckled. She noticed this. “You okay up there big fella,” she asked? “I’d hate for you to fall on your face.” “I’ll be okay in a few minutes,” I replied. “Just a little swelling there, do you think you could help me out with that?” She didn’t reply verbally, but she did orally. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, she moved her lips towards my now throbbing cock. She softly kissed the tip. When she broke contact a little string of pre-cum was on her lips. Damn it had been a. ..."The stunning blonde paused in mid-sentence, her eyes staring intospace. In a few moments, she returned from her private reverie. Whenshe saw me appraising her, she actually blushed; a first between us."Terri Tunney was one in a million, like Angie," she explained. "Ithad been a couple of years since my baby died. I had thrown myselfinto my work - and started doing makeup on the T-girl pageant circuiton the side. I suppose I had always been fascinated with that scene.Let's face it, that's.