She seemed pretty excited. She started out explaining that since he felt the need to take her things and make them dirty with his scum, from now on sh...e would buy him his own pretty things to play with. Then if he made them slimey he would have to hand wash them like she had to do with ber things.I kinds tried to bail out at this point, like ok, nice chat, I leave you two to settle this, see you later, but she wasn't letting me escape either. She made me sit on the bed and led him to kneel in. Now slumped on the armchair with her heels right over my shoulders wearing now only her sexy nylons and garter my thumb buried in her slimy hot cunt I gladly slid effortlessly into her tight little tube once more with the juices of her streaming wet pussy. A little slowly at first but in less than a minute I was feeling the ridges of my cock slide fully in and out of her through her slippery pussy walls. I have never hear her moan like it ! Like some dirty mouthed whore on heat she was totally. How could ... What the fuck? What sort of piece of shit would sell a woman to a whore-house? I don’t care what the fuck she did. She piss you off? She humiliates you? She cheats on you? Fine. Leave her. Take all the money. Send photos of her getting laid to her family. Burn the fucking house down. But sell a human being to a whore-house?“It takes a lot to rattle me. I’ve seen and done a lot of fucked up shit, but ... You’re not even a person. You’re a fucking cockroach. What sort of subhuman. “Oh Mr. Andrew” “What is it?” I asked grabbing a beer out of the fridge” Yesterday was my birthday” I looked over and she was actually doing her homework, but what the F-K do I care about her birthday, all I know is she is one annoying teenager right now“Oh… um happy belated birthday” I said gulping down three quarters of the beer. “I turned 18”“Good for you” I said grabbing another bottle, she was making way too much conversation“Mr. Andrew? Can you help me with this question?”“Now what?” I.