The street was like many in London, segregated so that women would not have to share the same pavement with unaccompanied men. On Oxford Street or Reg...ent Street, a woman could walk freely, knowing that the only men she would encounter would be under some woman’s control. Here, though, in Gerard Street, as so many in the capital, one side of the road was given over so that unaccompanied males could still move around. As she stepped confidently along the road, she suddenly understood some of what. I need you, Amy. I am so horny and I want to help you get a car, pay for college, or whatever you want. I don't care. Just you can't tell anybody. Can't even say you are having sex. I want to be able to have sex with you however I want as well. Here. Take an additional $50. You have a chance at $600 for some harmless sex. What do you say, Amy?" He digs out an additional $50 from his wallet and around the car.Amy looks at him weirdly and then the money and starts to touch it and look at it. "600. "I love to cook and I'm good at it. And I love to do what I'm good at." So here he was, outside her door with flowers in one hand and a bottle of Chianti in the other."Hi professor," she said as she opened the door.Tim stepped into the apartment and put his right arm around Paige's waist before she even had a chance to close the door. Drawing her lips to his he kissed her, sensually sliding his tongue into her mouth. "Please, it's Tim," he said softly when their lips parted."Ok" she hesitated,. Rachelle, the preachers daughters, just like her sister Laura "Master Bill, please fuck my married pussy with your hard cock...please fill my cunt again...please Master....I need your cum...I need to feel you swell inside me and pump me full..." and so forth. Damn, if Rachelle did not have a few more orgasms before passing out in my arms like Laura did Ray. Yes, I filled her married preachers daughter pussy AGAIN with more cum. We had one more day and Rachelle would find out I would be taking.