I shook my head again and stood up, peeled myself out of yesterday’s clothes, and tossed them over the beam to air out while I grabbed my towel and ...walked along the dock. I looked over the edge, and it looked like the lake had dropped a bit. I took the ladder down and was soon stroking my way across the small bay. The water was refreshing, and by the time I had finished my outbound swim, I was wide awake. Across the bay, people were emerging from the other cabins. I smiled to myself and swam. I did not have time to decide, so I said yes. The next day I went to the office. There the same pervert director was sitting with a smile on his face. He was an ugly fat guy with long black hair and a white beard.I sat in the room with just the director and a producer. It was a scary small room with just one door. No windows. They were sitting quietly. They simply gave me a big contract to read. I did not understand most of the stuff. The only thing that got my attention was the number 6.7. '' I just nodded and then she went back to sucking on my cock. This time she was taking half of my cock in her mouth and slobbering over it. She removed her hand from my cock and placed it on my other thigh and started moving her head up and down on my cock. Taking more and more each time she went down.I grabbed onto the cushion tightly as I felt my cockhead hitting the back of her throat each time she took me in. I grabbed her ponytail in my hand and started bucking my hips, shoving my cock. I took a hot shower, climbed into bed and fell fastasleep.When I woke up I was still a hooker. That was the one thought I hadbefore I opened my eyes. I replayed last night's scene in my head,thinking about what I had done, what Jack had said. Was it true? Itwas. It had happened. I was a whore.He called me later that day with his pitch. Given everything thathappened, he said, he thought we should go forward with his plan, whichwasn't basically that he was planning to pimp me out - he was.