I used my tongue then, gently, caressingly over the folds and soft ridges of her pussy, occasionally dipping in to the entrance and then back out and ...around again, slowly, savoring everything. It isnt just her pussy, its everything about her. I have my face pressed close to her, tasting her, breathing her in, letting her unique, beautiful flavor tingle parts of my tongue that makes me think only image, and the image is only her. I am entirely consumed by this, no other thought powerful enough. She looked from the note to the money and back again, then, realization setting in, she wept as she began to understand what Eric had meant by finding her purpose in life. Dressing, she hurried to his apartment."Here Eric!" she cried throwing the money in his face as he opened the door. "After all a pimp is supposed to get his cut isn't he?"He closed the door as she stomped into his apartment waiting for an explanation, tears of rage in both eyes."No Jeanne I'm no pimp... but you are a. Mike was sucking on my tits and putting hickies on me while Steve sat beside us jacking. While I rode Mike's cock he kept fingering my ass with his big fingers and biting my boobs. It felt like every other stroke I made up and down his cock it would make me cum. After about 10 minutes of riding his cock he told me he was about to cum but he wanted to cum in my face this time so I jumped down on my knees in the floor while he stood up to jack in my face. He shot black nut all over my face while. She’ll think less of you, right?’ Elizabeth nodded. Aimee started drawing again, trying to capture the fear and tension in the beautiful girl’s reluctance, quickly drawing in and shading the lonely tear trailing down her face. ‘She won’t, Elizabeth. Will you Aimee?’ ‘You’re wrong,’ Elizabeth said. ‘I’m not wrong. You need to tell us, and to get Aimee to understand. And she won’t think any less of you. I promise.’ In the week since she’d met him, Aimee had come to Sean’s house every afternoon.