” she moved a pen little piece of paper towards the redhead, reading how she takes responsability for anything that would’ve happened in there and... agreed to fight and have sex in public if requested.Huh. Odd.It was an escort house, after all.But, well… she was that desperate. A little bit of sex wouldn’t hurt.“Just a signature here, honey.”The redhead shrugged, bending over to grab the pen and write her name. She didn’t even notice the receptionist stood up, and even as she walked around her as. Her lips & clit were still red & enflamed with acouple of small cuts on them too.Becky looked about the same as Angel except she had a few more cuts across hertits & belly than Angel did & her pussy was about like Angels too.While Carl & George cooked breakfast I asked the girls how they had likedFridays events. Angel responded 1st by saying something to the effect of "Iactually kind of enjoyed MOST of it. It was fun when you tied us between thetrees & got my pussy excited with the light. . Many miles away from my home state, driving through a desert on a stretch of freeway as barren as barren can be.As a beautiful moon rises high in the sky, the furnace hot temperatures refuse to decline. The breeze blowing in through my open window is warm enough to cook with. I still can’t bring myself to turn on the AC, but I do turn on some music.Using the steering wheel mounted controls, I press a button and the car’s synch system plays a song.A raspy and rich voice booms from the stereo. I felt sorry for her. I knew she would feel really bad next morning. I covered her body with a blanket. I was going to go home. I put on my parka and decided to see if she was fine before I left. The blanket was lying on the floor, and Ms Warren was lying on the bed edge. I put her in the center of the bed and covered her with the blanket again. Hardly had I crossed the threshold as she pulled off the blanket again.I suddenly had that crazy idea. I wanted to see her naked. I pulled off my parka.