"What would Claire say? "As I turned from the TV screen Betty and I just suddenly kissed. It was all like a dream and in slow motion I found my self ...striping off my clothes while Betty's just seemed to disappear as we kissed passionately. Reaching down she started to suck my cock and she looked up. "I've always thought you had the best cock I've ever seen. I didn't have time to think much about that when she turned and pushed me on my back and lowered herself onto my aching tool. I'm bigger. Anyway I went to sleep again and did not have anymore nightmares. Did you really fuck Laura last night? What will mummy say? Where is mummy?”“Wow! One question at a time! Yes, I fucked Laura last night. Your mum will be OK with us fucking because she suggested it. Mummy went to sleep with Brian last night so that we could be alone together.”“Did mummy let Brian fuck her? Is your cock stiff because you are going to fuck Laura again this morning? Can I watch?”“Wow! One question at a time! Yes,. "They are paid entertainers. They put on a show for a male audience. A key part of the performance is to make the men feel superior. From the way they dressed to the way they walked, it is calculated to stimulate the men's testosterone. There are both subtle and overt signals sent during this performance that indicated the women are willing and available. The better they are at their job, the more the rewards. But in the end, they are trading on their good looks and body in exchange for money.". I was drenched and she was more so, and very very turned on. She mutter some low moans and words, held my head and hair and drown me in her juices. Her breathing was getting ragged, she was moving a little less as I concentrated on her clit, licking and sucking it. All of the sudden, she gasped, put her hand on her mouth and screamed into it-my mouth and face was covered in her cum, thick, gooey white stuff, and she came and came. She fell off my face to my side and laid gasping, my face and.