I could feel her grinding ass against my face, trying to get my tongue to go deep inside her dirty asshole. I shoved my fingers into her ass that were... wet with her cunt juice. The bitch squealed from the assault on her ass. My fingers rammed into her ass painfully and she could feel them stretching and moving deep into her hot tight ass.“Take that you fucking slut. Take my fingers in your ass. Fuck them. You like that bitch? You like my fingers fucking your ass like a whore.” His fingers were. I sagged back down, although I had just laid there while Beth did all the work, I felt exhausted.I sighed happily, and I could feel Beth still holding my rapidly wilting penis, I didn’t know what she was doing, but with her busy fingers manipulating my cock I felt the stirrings of another erection.?Don’t you fucking get hard again yet, I need you soft for a few moments,? she hissed at me.I could feel something gripping my cock, no, not gripping, encasing; she had wrapped something around my. It looked like a real oneHe handed her another ten pound note. That made forty in total.About twenty two minutes earlier she has been prowling her strip when he walked up. Usually they came in cars, but for the occasional pedestrian she had her boudoir. She preferred it to getting in cars. The car was his place; the boudoir hers.It was late and she had done five already since nine when she had come out and begun her shift. He had walked past the few other girls still out and come to her. When. The young woman looking at me in the mirror looked betterthan she had fifteen minutes ago. I leaned on the counterand looked closely at her face in the mirror. Was thatreally me? I stepped back and let the towel fall to thefloor. For the first time, I noticed the effects of thecool air on my body. I shivered at the sensation. As Iabsorbed the feeling, I examined the body that appeared tobe mine, and I felt a tear welling up in my eyes. I triedto fight it, but I couldn't and soon streams were.