. ma non so cosa m'è preso. Ho cominciato a eccitarmi... mi sono bagnata. Non volevo che togliesse la sua mano dalla mia coscia. Mi piacevano le sue ...carezze. Lo desideravo".A quelle parole anche la mia eccitazione salì. Ebbi un'erezione che tentai goffamente di nascondere, piegandomi un po' in avanti. Ma Sissi se ne accorse e, interrompendo per un attimo il racconto, disse:"Vedo che ti stai eccitando... sei un porco..."Prima che potessi ribattere, allungò una mano e cominciò ad accarezzarmi il. I could feel the meaty head bump against the back of my throat. His gasps, fed my soul. I gagged on his cock, wanting it to never leave my mouth, until it spewed his sweet seed.I reached and cupped his furry balls, as my lips went up and down on his cock. I could feel his pulse through his veiny shaft. I knew he must be close. I pulled the head out of my mouth with a audible pop. I would take it back into my mouth and "pop" it again and again. He seemed to like that. But I wanted more, so I. . then took her to another street, a few blocks away, and gave her a key and room number to a hotel on that block. Without a chance to take a break, she was instructed to work the street for Big Daddy. She willingly obeyed him, knowing that this was going to be her life as long as she chose to serve him.Her charge was $50 a blow-job, $100 for a quick fuck lasting no more than 10 minutes, or up to $1,000 for the night. She was expected to earn at least $500 a night. Any less and there would be. . but this moment said it all. I'll never feel like that again, but... Jesus Christ I still cry just thinking about it. "I had this skirt I bought a couple of years ago. It was long, almost down to my ankles and I'm a tall girl, if you haven't guessed. It was a patchwork skirt, mostly black with patches that were sorta floral and a combination of dark neutral colors, ivory and green, which has always been my favorite color. There was just something about the way it draped around my calves and.