She replied: ‘I very seldom get a hug from anybody and never hugs like yours. I love your hugs. I need to find a tall guy.’ I responded: ‘Will I... do in the interim?’ Her face lit up: ‘Oh, yes.’ I stood up and said: ‘Becca.’ She rose and came to me. I spread my feet wide apart and gave her a nice hug. She worked at making full contact and went: ‘Uuuumm.’ She kissed my cheek, then we released. I turned to Zena and she stood and spread her feet wide. I stepped into her arms and we hugged for a long. She was a good girl, not really sure what her freak level was, what she might like, and what she might be open to. As she arrived, she gave me a big hug, letting me feel those breasts against me, I was read to pull them out right then, but I didn’t want to be aggressive, I wanted to her to feel her own way toward me. I got her a glass of wine, she liked the white zin, but I am not sure it mattered; she wanted to be ready to enjoy herself and the moment. She was a very attractive and I did. Abigail gripped the sheet, double fisted before sinking her fingers into his black mane, her belly clenching and toes pointing into the mattress at the unbearable pleasure his slithering tongue brought her. A slow, dark, melody played over the sound system, making her heart race even more. If she’d lost her soul to her dark angel, then so be it. She loved Gabriel, and would never regret giving herself to him. The stinging feel of his tongue trying to wiggle itself up inside her had her hissing. I'll come back to get you and we'll go up to my room, is that okay?" While I'm gone to the restroom, tell him I'm taking him up on his offer and will pay him the two hundred. If I want you longer, I'll pay it to you as we go. Is that fair?"Nodding her head she said, "Yes that sounds fair, I can't believe he told you he was my pimp, but in a way I guess he is." How does it make you feel Sara, being a whore for your husband?"Her head jerked up suddenly with a look of shock at what I had just.