Tammy had never run afoul of the law during her years as a call girl, yet I didn't want to take the chance on being charged with "Living off the earni...ngs of a prostitute" if she was busted! I'd bail her out if needed but who would bail me out?)She 'worked' nights, I worked days and we'd seldom be in each other's hair. Tammy promised that there would be no FEMALE stuff littering the bathroom or hanging from the shower curtain rod.The fuck-a-thon the day before had been a compatibility test of. ? The pitcher has a spout with a hoseattached.? They duct tape the hose to mymouth, open the spout, and tell me to start swallowing.? Somehow, I manage to get it all down, andwhen they remove the hose, I ask how much more of this is required for thisinitiation.? That is when I am informedthat they have hardly started.? It isonly Friday night, and their parties go all weekend.? I'll be there until Sunday night.? I can't believe what I got myself into, butat the same time, I am very aroused, and. She wanted it bad. "You want this, don't you slut? You want daddy's cock don't you? ANSWER ME!" She finally caved in. It was more than she could take. "Yes daddy" With that she dropped down to her knees submissively and began to unzip my pants, hungrily taking my 8 inch cock into her mouth. "ohhhh yeah baby girl, suck daddy's cock like the little whore you are. mmm" She just moaned while my dick made its way in and out of her young eager mouth. With that I grabbed her by the hair and began. We ate in the kitchen at a large table. To my surprise, they had me sit at the head of the table. I didn't argue, but sat down where I was directed. The stew was beef and beans, but it had a lot of vegetables in it and it tasted better than any stew I had ever encountered in a restaurant. When I complimented Mrs. Johnson on the stew, she quickly said, "Oh, no, Mr. Walters, the stew was all Helen's work."I turned to Helen Johnson and repeated my compliment, and she turned bright red, as if this.