Restrained, gagged, and shaved naked, he could do nothing now but moan and tears began to well from his eyes. "Oh, poor baby," she snarled as his now... painfully engorged cock continued to ooze in a steady stream without her ever touching it. She looked around and noticed the continuous stream. "Well, look at that? I always knew you were a fag! You actually like this!"Christine removed her fingers and backed away. He could hear nothing but rustling sounds from behind. And then the sound of. He laughed and said you are my ho and you are going to go on the street corner and invite men back to the van here. You charge 50 for a blow job, 75 if you swallow, 100 for your pussy. I was about to cry when i realized agsin that i had no choice as Marc was still captive. So i got out and went to the corner my legs shaking as i was so scared never having done anything like this in my life. A car aproached and stopped i went to see him. It was an old man in his 60's and he asked me how. “Not exactly?”“The guy that owns the club has shares in the hotel,” she said. “He has a permanent rent on the penthouse. Your friend must know him.”“Very likely,” he said. “She has friends all over. She probably contacted him because I got the date wrong. One of these days I must teach myself to give up the absent-minded professor act.”“Are you actually a professor?’“Yes,” he said, laughing. “That’s what makes it so hard to drop the act."~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Diane drove over to the house, saw the. He grinned as he plunged his fingers inside me, looking up at my tear streaked face he stopped what he was doing and removed his fingers, motioning for me to sit up when they were free of my creamy snatch. 'suck your juice of my fingers' he ordered and I did. His eyes burning into me while I did so, a strange little smile on his face. I sucked his fingers with as much effort as I had given his cock, wishing he would fuck me...I didn't have to wait long before he pushed me back down onto the.