"After you're trained, you have to work for me for six months," he said. "And fuck you for six months?" "Yes. Then you can seek employment elsewhere..., with my recommendation." "After six months." "That's the deal." Suddenly, the impossible became possible again. I could stand being used for six months. Six months? After four years, six months was nothing. I was fixed by the brothel, so there wouldn't be any kids. He was screened for STD's. I would have a skill, no matter what. If I was. Then I get out and build a fire. I go in the house and don't leave. I'm not to talk to anyone," answered Ken. He didn't understand the significance of the instructions. Skeptical, he said, "Now what do you really want me to do." Exactly what I said. It is very important that you do what I have asked." What should I do when I get in the house?" asked Ken eyeing the crowd in front of the driveway with suspicion. It was a rough looking crowd and the men didn't appear to be very pleased with the. He started to push it in deeper than what he pulled out before. I felt my pussy stretching and tearing little by little leaving blood all over his cock. Itll get better, he promised. Once he got his whole penis into my hole I relaxed a bit more and let him go faster and harder. Hold me tighter, I practically growled at him. Faster! Faster! He continued going faster ramming his throbbing dick into me. My heart was racing. The beeps on the machine took a faster pace. If you fuck me harder I think. Tickle it with the tip of your tongue.”I did, and got rewarded with a loud squeal. I glanced up, and I was just able to see Mom squeezing her tits hard. I flicked my tongue even faster. Mom yelped and her hips lifted, grinding her pussy against my lips.The pressure from Cookie’s hand on my head changed, trying to point my lips downward. “Now, down there. Lick up Mommy’s pussy juice. Lick it hard.”I was all over it, following her instructions as soon as she gave them. The way Mom squirmed.