You know your pathetic cunt is not enough to satisfy a real Man like him? You know you are lower and more pathetic then anything else he sticks his di...ck into?Yes Sir, I know. I’m lucky he uses me at all.That’s right, so from now on you should bring him at least 5 phone numbers a week, And if you bring any less you should ask to be punished.Yes Sir. And Sir I was thinking, I should ask to serve his other cunts as a cheap maid, that, way he can charge then a small fee for me, and make more money. ’ I bathed and dressed in cleaner clothes and walked outside. She had picked a bouquet of daisies and held them in one hand. In the other hand were several springs of fresh-picked mint. ‘What a beautiful bouquet,’ I said, ‘rivaled only by the beauty of the one who picked them.’ She smiled shyly and said, ‘You have quite a way with words.’ ‘I am a journalist, you know.’ ‘And a very sweet and caring man,’ she said. ‘And you also clean up pretty good.’ ‘Thank you, and is that fresh mint that I see. She wasn’t falling down, annoying, puke-all-over-your-house drunk, but she wasn’t kidding when she said she didn’t have any business driving. “Hey sweetie,” she slurred a bit. “Thanks for letting me stay here. I didn’t feel like waiting until I was sober enough to try to drive home tonight,” she said giving me a hug and a little peck on the lips. “All good. Come on upstairs. You know where everything is. What’s with the coat and all this excess glitter you have on you?” I asked looking at her. I used my lips, then my fingers, and when she could take no more I used my cock. I entered her and felt a connection. My lust at first sight had become love at first entry. Making love was a lot like being in love. That wonderful feeling started building up and up. I think it started in my toes then jumped to my head on its way to my penis. Then it entered her in a billion sperm swimming from me into her. My swimmers were strong so I hoped she as well protected, otherwise I might be the father.