It was a bright, sunny day in LA, as most days are. I received a phone call from her handler, met up with them, and was astonished by the giraffe-like legs of this sweet young thing. I was impressed by the grip of her handshake. Surely, a waif like Amy isn't that strong? I couldn't have been more wrong.

Amy pulled the ME ME ME t-shirt from her bag of tricks. She took over, sucking my cock with the verve of a Somali pirate chasing a cargo ship.

The cargo I was carrying was cum, sir, and it spilled all over her tongue. To this day, it sits in her tummy waiting for a ransom that will never be paid.