I was, after all, a young bachelor and like many young men had only occasionally dated and kissed girls. I longed for more. I longed for sex. And not ...just any sex. Sex that would blow their minds away. That was my dream. That was my vision.ne day, my birthday to be exact, my roommates barged into my room. "Happy Birthday, Jon. I got you something you might like." In his hand was a package. Opening it up, I found the newest issue of Penthouse and a video with Jean Luc Picard on the cover. "I. SlutWhore777 was the filthiest sluttiest pig slut whore cunt around, rumours where that every single man in the area had been with her but no one knew what she looked like has she always wore her famous slutty mask. I decided one day that i want to meet her and just fuck the shit out of her but the problem was no one knew what she looked like.I then saw Miss Julie in the park, she was a 34 year old, who was married but had no c***dren, and she was also the Town’s local cake maker. So i went up. Do a real good job and I may reward you. Make sure you polish all my shoes and refold all my clothes."For hours, Wench did as Emily commanded, taking time to scrub most of the house. At the end of it, his outfit was definitely worse for the wear, but had managed to hold up surprisingly well.An hour before sunset, Emily finally said, "That's enough! Upstairs, Wench! Back to the bedroom!"With a surprising amount of energy, Wench bounded up the stairs, his breasts bouncing seductively, with Emily. I have never engaged in anal sex. I . . . I . . . No, that is not my 'thing'."She stepped to him. "That is fine, but then, what is your 'thing'?" she asked almost seeming to mock him."I . . . I don't really know." Well, you like girls' butts so for now, we will just go with that."She knocked on a hardwood door and announced herself to an eyeball on the other side of a peephole. The door opened and she led them through a dank lobby that was fogged with some kind of blue and unscented smoke.