..in a slutty way. Messy dark hair...skinny as hell...decent sized tits but a wide set of hips and fat ass...oh, and green eyes. Her profile was ...littered with claims of desperation. She needed a good man, she just lost her job, in need of money and job, blahhhh. I figured, what a perfect time to take advantage of all of these things. So I did. I messaged her. Telling her that I had income and perhaps we could make a deal. She asked what kind. I told her we would negotiate. She said. "I knew it." Then why'd you ask?" To make sure you knew."He sighed noisily and returned to reading his history text."So what did they talk to you about in your health class yesterday?" She stuck the tip of her pencil between her lips."Cocks and balls, mostly. Dad told us more when we were twelve and actually gave straight answers when we asked questions. I swear Coach Jeeves was gonna have a heart attack a few times."Molly was silent for a moment and Jacob looked up to see a pink flush on her. .Jab wo car pe baithi to maine is baar thoda sehar se door le gaya haan par road se jyada andar nahi aur whan jakaar main jab pichli seat pe gaya to jaate hi ham dono ke lips aapas me mil gaye aur ek jabardar smoch chala lagbahag 15 min no stop is bich mere haat uske boobs par pahuch chuke the fir maine uske top ko uske kahadhon se niche karke uske boobs ko chosne laga uske bra ke upar se hi usne pink bra pehni hui thi jisme se maine uske ek boobs ko bahar nikalea aur uske pink nippel dekh kar. She sank to her knees and sat back on her heels, spreading her thighs wide, showing her sex to her new master, her wrists and hands lying face-up on her thighs in the Gorean way, her arms and shoulders back, thrusting her breasts at the man who now owned her. She then elegantly bent forward from the waist, putting her head in the sand, her arms extended toward her master in 'la Kajira', the slave bow to her master.The crowd started clapping, many of them slapping their chests or their thighs in.