Pick Missy

"I think Missy sounds like a lot of fun," you say.

Missy pops her gum. Mr. Crassle nods and unlocks the back door. She climbs in and you feel the car shake beneath her weight. She is a hefty one, but she has some of the biggest tits you have ever seen.

The car stinks of her cheap perfume and by the time you've reached the motel you are very familiar with various hookers working the same area as Missy. Crassle check you in at the motel and the three of you enter the seedy room. Just a bed, a table, and a couple chairs. Plus a bathroom with only one working light.

"Mmmm," Missy walks around you and looks you up and down. "Sweet thing."

She looks up at Mr. Crassle.

"So here's the deal, pappy. You want to fuck, whatever, any way you like it, a hundred. You want a threeway it's the same. You want me to just do her it's the same. You want me to get into some kinky bondage shit, that's fine too. I'll be a dominatrix. Cost you 200. And you got to wear a condom with me for anything but oral. I don't care what you do with her."

"I like a woman who can recite the menu," Mr. Crassle says. "Well, I think I would like..."