”I cringed."No offense, just never could stomach 'gay,'” he explained and wrinkled his face for emphasis, "I hear you young guys throwin’ that a...round, but in my day, any name had to mean tough."I nodded but really didn't understand."Guys like me hear 'gay' and see some guy walking along carryin' a parasol," he said and drew on the joint before handing it to me with his pinky raised.I laughed into smoke-inspired cackles, prompting him to join. It was chronic weed.So, when the smoke and our highs. It tasted of a sweaty, bitter picklemixed with some sort of musky men's cologne. I didn't then ask Jay whathis tasted like, but he seemed to enjoy his a bit better, licking his lipjust a tad.Jay smiled at me. "Same time next week?"----That next week began much as the previous week ended and I was doing alot of work for that one particular egotistical jackass who never gave mea penny from his lucrative commissions.A couple of days of that and I had had enough. He wanted me to lead thiscouple. She whimpered in my lap, gritting her teeth against the pain. Her pussy wasn’t as malleable as her rectum, and though it was slickened with her desire, her body was forced to acclimate to Brock’s overbearing girth. She cried out and thrashed, and I steadied her with my hands on her shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Her slaves knelt around us, gawking at the display of their master so humbled, so vulnerable. “You can do it, Master!” Opal encouraged, taking one of her hands.. Akilah thought.She wondered what her parents would think if she was to have a Jewish friend. They’d probably blow their tops, and that would really be putting it lightly. They would assume he wanted something out of her, and would just be using her and anyway she shouldn’t be interested in the people who destroyed her country. Or killed her brother. That’s how her parents thought, whether she liked it or not.She hated that last part. The person that killed her brother was her brother, period,.