You pick me up on the corner, where all the working girls hang out. When you get me into your house, though, you just want to hear me talk about my job? Ok, it's your date. You wanna hear about my roughest clients - the ones who pushed themselves on me, who took what they wanted even if it was a hard limit? Ok...You're paying...but I can't promise I won't start touching myself. I always get so hot talking about what a fucking slut I am, how it always starts with my resisting, but I can never help myself, never fight back or resist it when there's a cock to fill one of my holes,no matter how degrading, how dangerous. I bet you'd love to hear the story of how that bachelor party ran a train on all my holes, wouldn't you?...