‘There are 3 of us — me, Barbi and another girl, who you don’t know. But hmm — you know, if you came to work with us, if we got more than one ...call for two girls, which we sometimes do, we could arrange it. Pays better to.’ ‘I’m not sure I want to be a hooker, Ronnie!’ I said, although the slightly-perverse idea did hold some appeal. It was outweighed by the fact that I figured Daddy might kill me if he ever found out. ‘Okay, just be quiet a minute and listen. You wouldn’t be a hooker, you’d be. And sure enough, a few minutes later I was swinging back and forth at the end of his bed by my waist as the harness really dug into my gut. I mean really dug in as he cuffed my wrists to the rod and began to lengthen a spreader bar between my feet.No doubt about it, I sure as hell wasn't going to be going anywhere for quite some time. I also picked up on the fact that I could be rotated into any position with a flick of his hand on the spreader bar attached to my ankles. No sir, no doubt about. In one motion he shoved his beast down my throat. I immediately tried to pull back as I started to gag. "Where you goin? Huh? Keep that dick down." I wanted to please this BBC any way possible. Even though I gagged and choked, I continued to let him shove 5 to 6 inches down my throat because he seemed to love it.After fucking my face for a few minutes, Jay said, "Let me see that white ass." I stood up and bent over his desk on the wall across from his bed. He came up behind me and spread. He left the letter on the nightstand beside her bed. It was addressed to her and sealed with a small elephant sticker, the ones that the twins loved to paste on their toys. It was inside a manila envelope that said simply "For Nicky's eyes only." He stood up and, looking once more at her sleeping face, left.He was scheduled to depart from Newark, NJ on a flight to Brussels, Belgium. The flight would take about 9 hours total and he wasn't looking forward to it. The twins would be a handful and.