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He held the cock near the base and shook it in her face. "Eat it!" he demanded.
Janet had never given head and she wasn't about to now! "Eat it yourself!" she snapped. "Let me go before I start yelling rape!" she threatened.
"Hey, Joe! Convince this bitch to co-operate!" the man with the cock in her face said.
Janet felt the body between her legs shift a little. A scream of pain tore from her throat. Joe had reached out and grabbed a tit nipple and pinched it viciously.
"That should soften her up, Mickey!" her tormentor said.
Mickey shook his prick in her face. "Start sucking, honey! Make it good!"
Tears of pain blurred her vision. She stared at the penile Cyclops. The ruby bullet-nosed head dotted with the small pee-hole.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Ruth Oxford
Copyright © 2017
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
She wasn't certain yet whether she was thankful to her former co-worker, Patricia Sayres, for setting up this interview.
Janet could feel his rapacious eyes digging into her hemispherical tits. Dwelling on the half dollar sized areolae, his eyes narrowed in salacious appraisal. She watched him survey the rest of her physical attributes.
He took a quick glance at her flared hips and her shapely legs. The eyes returned to her flattened stomach and the slight inward curve of her pubes.
"I see you're a natural redhead," he remarked. "You have the collar and muff to match!" A ribald chuckle followed.
She wanted to grab her clothes and leave. Patricia had warned her what to expect. If it wasn't for the fact she needed a job and the pay was good, Janet would still be looking somewhere else.
"This Angelo Rodato will give you a square deal," Patricia had told her. "But you better be prepared to cooperate if you want to make it with him!"
"I'm glad you approve!" she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, do I get the job or don't I?"
"You got the built all right! The real merchandise! You unnerstan' what the job is all about?" he asked.
"Yes, Angelo!" she sighed in annoyed impatience. "I stand on this turntable and whenever I pass a spot where a guy looks at me, I flash a big smile and wiggle my hips at him."
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
