Doris flinched, slightly, when the cream-tipped finger touched her labia. "So cool!" she murmured.He smeared it, thoroughly, with loving care. Doris s...quirmed very gently as he touched the sensitive parts. George took a fresh scoop, ploughed it into the orifice; pushing it in deep, massaging the inner walls and each time he withdrew his finger, he dragged it upward so that it touched the stiffening clitoris and Doris would let out air, twitch her belly."Now fill it," Doris slurred when he had. No way. He was pretty drunk and he knew he had me as long as he liked. He slapped my ass hard and pounded away. When he finally pulled out of my ass, it was only to push me to an old bed mattress in the corner of the room. He laid down on his back and had me straddle him. I sat down on his pole and felt it slid up my ass again. I rode him while he pinched and slapped tits until they began to turn red. He had me lean forward and put a breast into his mouth. He chewed my nipple until I cried out. He fished into his wallet and pulled out two $20 bills and put them inmy hand. I just looked up at him, confused as he took a few pictures of me,cuffed to the bed, wearing my lingerie, looking exactly like I'd beenfucked for 4 hours holding $40. He then said to me, with an awful grin"I've just paid you for sex. Which means you're a whore. No matter whatelse you are or will be, you'll also be a whore. Got that bitch?" then helet out a loud cruel laugh. He took the money off me and placed it on. I received an enthusiastic report on his first monitored sleep, and left for home, hoping he’d be there. It was time to give some more shit. ‘Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little celebrity.’ I’d caught Rob, just as he was walking out to his car. ‘Celebrity? Why is that?’ He must have been oblivious to what had occurred that day, because he couldn’t have hidden it. ‘You might be on the Internet after all, Rob.’ ‘Huh? What for?’ ‘Your performance, of course.’ ‘Performance? What are you.