I was a good girl now. I had grown up. Finished my degree. Secured a job and settled down. We talked off marriage, k**s and the white picket fence -- ...the life most girls dream off. But I wasn't like most girls. Sometimes when I thought really hard I could actually convince myself my life was not a lie. Therapy had actually changed me. I had become the woman society expected me to become. But deep down my inner whore fought daily to be heard. It struggled against these societal bonds wanting to. Brittney looked like a little lost girl, despite the fact she was a little lost girl, flat chested, bald pussy and a neat slit between her legs, devoid of a developed clitoris.'Listen Brit, you're prime meat for these old man, most of them cant get it up, so dont worry about it, just play with them, and make sure they pay you first'.'But what do you do'?Brit looked genuinely nervous, mind you, feeling a man's cock can be daunting experience, especially if it's your first time.'Go in and sit. As I pushed my way back tothe table, a further thought struck me. If George hadn't been planningto come here before, he would certainly turn up if - as seemedinevitable - he'd heard word of my and Avanti's plan on the grapevinethat Caroline had so firmly plantedI was about to confront Caroline about this as I sat down again, butbefore I had a chance to say anything, the door opened as if in responseto my thoughts and George swaggered through it, followed by four or fiveof his cronies. He. To her, his super sized organ completely filled and stretched her vagina and was as good or even better than riding cowgirl with Robert. This 'shy' bloke was not shy about attacking Kate's accommodating pussy. He pounded into her with athletic zeal and had the staying power of an experienced lover. Kate was in a dream-like trance as her mind floated euphorically with wave after wave of her own pleasurable orgasms. When he had finished ejecting stream after hot stream of semen into her love.