"That's it you little fucker, that feels good. Fuck yeah, you got a hot little mouth. Damn, fuck that feels good. Oh yeah, I am going to enjoy face fu...cking you. You won't even be able to talk when I am done with you."For the first few minutes, he was content with slowly rocking his hips back and forth, feeding me around half of his dick and enjoying the sensations that my lips and mouth were bringing to him. He pulled out and told me to spit on his cock which I did and then he pushed back into. No matter how many females I dated or bedded I always found myself underneath another guy from time to time. Matter of fact those same three bullies managed to use me for their sexual pleasure until I finally moved far enough away from them that they could no longer find me. Still I would venture out and seek anonymous sexual relations with men I did not even know. Thinking this was the safest way to maintain my secrete and enjoy my perverted side . OK, if you think as I that it is not. “You need to know some things before we go any further together,” she said.I think I nodded or something, not sure. Too much blood had flowed south.“I’m a professional.”“Me too,” I said like an idiot.“Sam,” Laura spoke again with a deadly serious tone. “I’m a professional dominatrix. I’ve been a sex worker most of my life and I’ve enjoyed it.”As I stood there slack-jawed, I listened to how she started stripping in Los Angeles in the 80s, went into burlesque after that, then moved to Vegas to do. You do a great job, Megan. There's no shame in this, in knowing when to run. Let this one go. We don't need you every time. Please." Amy looked at me, confused. She had no idea what I was talking about, but she knew something was seriously wrong. The other girls had already left for their assignments."Dad, we can't just let you go down there alone. I don't know who these guys are, but I know I have never seen Megan scared of anything or anybody before. You need backup." Great. Now I had to.