And June, drink it slowly.”STILL RELAXING AFTER LUNCHI was asked about how I became a sex worker.“Some parents have to take their kids to work. Mo...m did modeling and sometimes we had to go with her to the photographer’s studio. I was 13 when a porn shoot arrived before her work was done. I got all turned on by a bj on camera and even more when the fluffer had to get the guy stiff again. There was a 10-year-old boy doing his homework near us. I offered to do the same thing the adults were doing. “I've had a lot of girls hate me.” I believe it, she thought. “But,” he continued, “none of them have ever come to me to apologize. Why did you come?” She swallowed. “Because I couldn't hold this in anymore. I've felt I should for a long time.” “And why didn't you before?” “I was afraid.” He grinned biting his lip. “Afraid of what? Punishment?” She felt her nipples harden at the idea of him punishing her. She forced herself to speak and remain with decent thoughts. “I was, but I accept my. She wanted to refuse, but she was starving. As she started eating, she looked him over. Everything about this man exuded strength. She would have to think long and hard to find a way to get away. "But why should I get away", she heard herself thinking. "This place is wonderful and, aside from the slap, I'm happy." Who are you and why am I here", she asked suddenly. "I'll tell you who I am in good time", he said. "As for why you're here, because I wanted you here. I find you sexy and I want to. Instinctively, I reached between my legs as I lowered my open mouth towards this mysterious stranger’s steely penis. Despite the obvious privacy afforded by our surroundings, I still felt incredibly self conscious as I bowed down but as I drew closer and began to breathe his powerful masculine aroma, to feel the heat of his sex on my face, I was overwhelmed by an all consuming and irresistible desire to suck his cock. Now, maybe it was the booze I had downed earlier in the evening but, as I.