-I want you to come over now.
-Okay..
Sigh, its been a few weeks now since the old man first called me. I still don’t understand how he could have taken those pictures of me and my biology teacher, my boyfriend… But now I’m at the mercy of these two old perverted men across the street. Ever since I was a walking sex toy, whenever they called, whatever they told me to do - I did it. I had to. There is no way anybody can find out about me and my teacher.
So far, its been ok. They are old, but I must admit, they’re very experienced too. Once I get past the old-man smell and the gnarly hands groping me, I almost always find some pleasure too. And so far, its been pretty tame - just the basic afternoon screw or morning blow job. Sometimes I’m told to keep my drapes open as I change at night. Whatever.. perverts.
As I walked into the house that night, I saw Mr. Morgan, my “employer” as my parent knew it. To them, I come over here so much because these nice, gentle old men needs someone to take care of them, to cook and clean, read them stories. I guess I do.. with a perverted twist. But they are so NOT gentle.
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