Speaking of the devil, the phone rang and it was the desk clerk. “Listen…are you interested in making a quick 10 bucks ?”, said the man over the... phone. “What do I have to do ?”, asked Billie“You like cock, right ?”, bluntly asked the man“Yeah…and ?”, answered Billie unsure of where this was going.“It’s for a private show in one of the rooms. Two guys. You and another young guy suck each other. Some people are there watching. That’s all. Interested ?”, whispered the man since someone was. Even saying his name put aknot in my stomach. I felt like a helpless kid being bullied all overagain.Meghan took my hand. "Oh, Jon..." I hated him SO much. Sometimes I wonder if I went too far." Hon, you didn't do anything--" No. Not then. Afterwards. After months of bullying, I wanted to hurthim...hurt him like, forever. I wanted to scar him for life. But thisguy...he was a punk. He was hot shit back then--star athlete, sexygirlfriend--but you could just tell that he was going to flame out in. “Oh fuck that feels good Kelly”, as he puts his head back and closes his eyes. Kelly replies,”you like that baby?” “How about this?” And she starts going in a circular motion. He can feel his cock going in circles inside her pussy rubbing against every surface. “Oh my fucking God”, he moans loudly. Kelly leans in and kisses Tom as she twirls his dick inside her. “You like this? You’re cock feels so good.” “Yeeesss”, he moans again. He reached under her skirt and grabs her bare hips as she. Now I had this weird job working for some seriously weird people reading lots of content that talked about prostitution and sex toys and other things one doesn’t discuss at the dinner table.The first story I edited was about a cheerleader that wanted to lose her cherry sooner rather than later and the steps she was willing to take to get that accomplished. Actually, it had a fairly nice scenario with her family and her friends and her interests were similar to my own. Then there was all that.