The way she said 'cocks' sounded like it was an effort. She looked away again, then back quickly. "I like the way a hard cock spurts all over the plac...e", she blurted out and shuffled on the seat. I didn't really know what to say, but it seemed like I didn't need to."When I was younger it was what I liked, you know... cocks and ... cum. I know most girls don't like it, but I do, did. I like watching the DVDs and on the computer, you know, online." She was beginning to talk a little faster now. ’ Rotkoff turned to look at the Head Waiter. ‘…And get us a plate of hot bacon sandwiches.’ The Head Waiter knew very well that if he were to say that the kitchen was closed, it might not ever re-open, so he took the order with a silent bow. If necessary, he would fry the bacon himself. She ate hungrily, wiping the grease from her lips and sipping the chilled champagne. She guessed that she was about to be propositioned, and she had decided that, for tonight anyway, she would play hard to get. . Again and again, she heard the bell ring. She knew if she could just make it ring one more time--Amy realized it was the doorbell chiming insistently. Groaning with frustration--another few moments in the dream and she'd have gotten her orgasm--Amy quickly got off the bed, tugged on the oversized robe, and padded to the door."Who is it?" Amy Beth Carson?" called an unfamiliar male voice."Yes. Who is it?" I was driving your hansom around Central Park the other night. You spilled your purse, and. ”I said, “No. How could you even think something like that? I don’t want to be with you anymore. Let me go.”I tried to move but I couldn’t. He held me and said, “Sorry cheeku, really sorry. I thought you would do everything I say but if you don’t love me, then it’s ok.”I said, “It is not about love. Dad, I can be your randi but I don’t want to sell my body for money.”He said, “Ok, don’t do it. But for once, try it. If you won’t feel like doing it the second time, don’t do it.”I said, “But dad,.