Michael Flanagan was in her house and admiring her favorite royal blue window curtains. She had detested the man the very first time she saw him. He ...was by no means unpleasant to look at with his light brown eyes that held intriguing gold flecks, his tousled dark brown hair, and his tall fit build. With each dance she had with him, she came to the conclusion that he was full of himself. She delicately coughed to get his attention. He spun around with a rakish smile on his face. “Lady. I think it took me until I reached Baker Street before my panic subsidedand I came to realise I had never seen this couple in my life and thechances that they could identify me, if they were looking at me at all,from my car registration were slim.I started to relax then even though there were no cars in front of mewhen I got stopped at the lights as pedestrians crossed the road in frontof me at Baker Street.I checked that I had locked the doors.A group of women of about my age glanced in my. She is now loving every second of the fucking she is receiving. Once Sugar is naked she pulls my head from her nipple where I had been sucking on it, nibbling on it, licking and flicking it with my tongue. Once she has pried my mouth from her nipple, while I tried to prevent by sucking hard enough she winced in pain as she forced me break contact, she took the phone from me and put it on speaker as she sat it on the end table. She looked right into my eyes and told me she wanted her them fuck. Fucking man after man each day.You felt empathy for them to an extent, knowing that it could be arousing to have a different man fucking you daily, if not hourly. To feel a different cock shoving in and out of you seeking release. To have men, plural, find you sexy enough to want to fuck you. It was dawning on you that you were a whore. You still rubbed out another orgasm and slept soundly to wake and look forward to the next cadet to fuck you.You took so much cum daily now that you almost felt.