He is soo good I gripped the back of his head and pressed him into my cunt and gasping I drenched his face with a lovely girly cumm. I let him sit up ...and snuggle up to me I let him play with my titties, he was so grateful and I love him to bits. He was still hard and I told him to undo his trousers, he dropped the zip and there were my pale blue satin panties with a big damp patch “have you cumm already darling” I asked. I could see his willie was hard and I teased him a bit telling him how. After he is done he takes the blindfold off to look to see if any tears have left my eyes and he doesnt see any and says you are safe for now. He unties my hands and feet and tells me you to ride him which I do he takes the gagge off so he can hear me moan his name and as the blood runs down my body onto his I get faster and faster and the blood pushes out thicker and heavier and then Im so tired but he wont let me stop he then pushes me off and then tells me to my knees and suck his dick. Prudence was a Track B patient, less common than patients like Bethany or the Nordquists, who had all been Track A cases upon arrival. Track B patients entered treatment as complete innocents, for whereas Track A girls needed a "reconstructive conditioning" protocol to adjust their negative or at least suboptimal response to already-in-progress sexual molestation, Prudence, in contrast, had no idea that her maternal Uncle's purpose in bankrolling her "counseling" was one of "constructive. I remember it was unusually cold the morning we met Carlos which changed the way she looked for customers. It was mid November and we had just checked into a motel when she noticed a Spanish guy outside smoking a cigarette. I was wearing one of my usual whore outfits and he was staring at me. This was an invitation for her to approach him and solicit another john. They talked briefly, his eyes hardly leaving my body before he said that he didn't have any money to pay for me, but he knew where.