I’d been renting my fucking body out to men for so long I had not considered there might be a real job out there that paid decent money. I didn’t hear an alarm. Free Porn He sprang for a new haircut and style and we were loaded down with shoes and dresses and skirts and jewelry by the time we were finished. So, Stephen and I struck up a conversation about the weather while I thought about how big his hands were and wondered if his dick held that same statistic. Wouldn’t fucking Aunt Carol be proud? Stephen, Bill, all the same to me. I never felt more like “Pretty Woman” in my entire life. But then. … He asked me what my career was. He narrated how many licks he had given me and how many more I deserved and asked me if I knew why I was getting spanked.
