She gave me a naughty grin and soon disappeared beneath the sheets. What followed was some of the best oral sex I have ever been privileged enough to ...receive. Her mouth knew how to move slow and keep tight to me, she knew how to make her tongue work the tip of my cock to the point of insanity, and she knew how to keep my guessing and keep me hard and harder. It was too much. I had to take control. The covers? They flew to somewhere near the doorway. Her body? Was rapidly put on the bed, face. The Girl gasped as the jet hit her full in the stomach. She folded up in agony. It was like being kicked in the gut by a mule. She heard the gardener laugh and tell her to straighten up smartish if she knew what was good for her and that sweet little bottom of hers.Since she kept staggering, no matter how hard she tried not to, under the impact of the powerful jet, the gardener reluctantly reduced the pressure somewhat. She relaxed a little and felt the water in her face and the stinging in her. "Of course," I said sourly out loud, "If he did I might not know it. Maybe he reduced me to this out-of-shape body from my former glory as a welterweight prize fighter and sought-after porn star. How would I know?"I wouldn't, but hearing my own voice cheered me a bit, if for no other reason than it worked too and sounded just like I remembered it.I found a door behind me, and had an instant of panic when it wouldn't open and I pictured myself forced to scale down the building's side. But then I. Not everything turned out to be peaches and cream. The mendidn't always leave money and sometimes they even beat me if I didn'tsatisfy them. When I didn't get paid mom would also beat me so I took togoing out at night and getting men on my own, which didn't always work,but when it did, I had money and gave half to my Mother.One night after I had been drinking and smoking all day I was walkingthe street looking for company. I was sitting on a park bench when agirl sat next to me. "Want to have a.