He kissed me and sat me in the booth. This time offering her sordid cunt up to a man who had paid ten dollars to her pimp for the pleasure of her favours. After a few steps I felt his hand on the collar of my shirt as he pulled it off my shoulders. “Yes.” I murmured. One thing led to another and we set up a meeting in a bar. John grunted and sweated as he fucked my dirty cunt. “Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggg!!!!!” I screamed to the walls as the mixture of pain and pleasure shook my body. I met Ben on the Internet. Going back inside the bar I went to the washroom to clean up. All I had on was a long man’s dress shirt that only just covoured my otherwise naked body. He bent over and retrieved his pants and withdrew his thick leather belt from the loops. Sam would only fuck me when I aroused him. The phone rang.
