Today I was asked to paint my employer with his three underpaid and undernourished prostitutes. He thought he was a king sticking his dick into the girls who pretended to love his prowess in bed. Truth be told he spent more time demanding they stick their tongue in one another's pussies than he did giving them any pleasure himself.
He kept throwing me high and mighty glances, as though imagining I was turned on by the girls who I had no doubt were underage. I was sickened. Yes I love sex, probably more than I should, but not like that. It was little better than rape.
I can't stay here much longer.
He kept throwing me high and mighty glances, as though imagining I was turned on by the girls who I had no doubt were underage. I was sickened. Yes I love sex, probably more than I should, but not like that. It was little better than rape.
I can't stay here much longer.
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