And what am I doing?”
“You?” he eyed me appreciatively. “You’d just stand around and look pretty.”
“And?”
“Give me blow jobs.”
I punched him in the arm.
“What?” he laughed. “I know you love the cock.”
“Shut up.

“I'm running out of names. There aren't that many vile things on this earth that…”

“I like all of you".”

“Fine," she said, but didn't let up on the gas. "I'm not getting a bad vibe here…”

“you, Perry, you deserve a lifetime of servitude. Eons of groveling.”