"Fucking...other guys...strangers...in front of you..." I moaned. "Being a whore for you." Hmm. That's right. And you like the idea, don't you?" He wi...ped his dick across my lips, teasing me further."Yes, I do. I want you to see what a slut I am, with strange men, any men, in my cunt and mouth." That's right, my little cocksucker," he said as he slipped his cock back between my lips. "You really want it, don't you?" Mmmm," I groaned."That's good. You're a good little slut, aren't you?" He let go. They were surprised that she had posted so many at once, also at how good the quality was. She informed them about having met a professional photographer which took the pictures. No complaints on their end, though plenty of envy. One of them had mentioned that the city she was in had a body-paint club. She didn’t understand what that was, and asked for clarification. Essentially, it would go as follows, people would go to the club nude, wearing only body paint, its design resembling clothing.. The old man announced he was cumming, and continued fucking my mouth. I felt his cum shoot into my mouth for the second time that night. It dribbled down my chin and with my mouth free, I was able to express myself fully. I loved making sex noises. I moaned loudly, whimpered and whined. I nearly screamed too. My face twisted with pleasure as the cocks pumped in and out of my body. The men below me were fucking me with pure joy, both moaning and groaning and grunting. As they announced they were. You and your husband have actually done very well indeed and her recovery is excellent. I could put you in touch with a counsellor/therapist but that actually might put Annette back by placing to much emphasis on the business. I accept that she is mature beyond her years but her hormones will be the same as any other girl in her age group. As a result she will get violent mood swings and she will have extremes of emotion. I suggest you talk it through with her and do your best to persuade her.