Truly this was his week of "bonne chance" and rebirth. "Anything that Shalla does not know about Marseille, Monsieur, is not worth knowing." I would l...ike some information about a girl," Kevin said softly, his voice lowered in suspicion of the unsavory looking character standing in front of him."Ah, but you have come to the right place," Shalla answered in a low confidential voice so endemic to pimps. "I can arrange any type you want, Monsieur, or any color. And it will not be too expensive. You. She told me that was the best fuck that she had ever had. Actually, of all the girls I fucked in my life,this was one of the best fucks for me too. For her age she had a tight little pussy that could take a pounding. I fucked her a few more times that day. Then she told me to come back the next day. I went back and we fucked like rabbits. Then the fourth day when I showed up her husband was there. Karen came out naked and dripping. Her husband said he wanted to see the cock that had his wife so. I had no stamina, whatsoever, having imagined this so many times that being with her pushed me quickly to my own orgasm. Within two minutes after entering her home, we were panting through our orgasms pressed against the wall in her foyer.As embarrassed as I was to cum so quickly, I was consoled by the look of satisfaction on her face and how she kissed me as we came down from our orgasms."That," she said, "was amazing! I know it went fast for both of us, but it was so intense, so passionate.. Gasps and light moans came from Bethany as his finger picked up motion, inserting in and out rhythmically.He took his finger out, making his way up to her mouth again, the two kissing again. He sat up, removing her blazer and tossing it to the floor. He removed his shirt, revealing his chest, that too, tossed across the room. Johnny began unbuttoning her shirt, teasing her with a paint drying speed, each button talking even longer. Her shirt opened, her pink bra covering her small breasts,.