Sandra groaned. He pulled away and turned her right over so that she was on her back. Her eyes were swollen with tears and there was a grimace in her... smile as his hand touched her between her thighs again. He leant over and gently kissed her on the lips. “Thing is Sandra I only fuck whores,” he said to her. “I only fuck filthy married sluts.” His fingers slid deep inside her. She groaned again, “Fuck me Malcolm...I...I am a whore. I am a filthy married slut.” Malcolm leant over and kissed. Then one of the girls hooked a gig stripping at some dead-ass club in the sticks. I went with her. I would strip and party until 2 in the morning, then get up at 7 and go to school. My aunt and uncle basically said to hell with me after the cheerleading thing. They wanted me just to go along to get along. I wound up out here 15 months ago. I did the waitress thing and then the stripping thing. Gradually I moved into sucking cock on film."I hooked up with Elite through a guy at the club. My. The kiss lasted a surprisingly long time. Finally, they broke it, but held one another tightly. Warren ran his hand along Karen's leg until he reached her wet pussy.Moments later Gail's hand touched his and recoiled as if shocked."Oh yeah, baby," Karen said, "Go on, I'm dripping like a faucet!" Want both our fingers?" He asked."Yes!" Karen leered, licking her lips obscenely. "I am one fuckin' sick bitch."Gail tittered nervously."Look Gail, watch this motherfucker slide his fingers into my. She actually began to wonder if she was really a sexual nymphomaniac because Sara knew that increasingly she was thinking about sex almost non-stop and she was lying on her back with her legs spread and some horny well-hung guy was shoving his cock into her pussy more and more frequently.Finally, the public event was over, and Sara found herself being congratulated on what a wonderful job she'd done in her performance and the public appearance. Now it was time for her to take care of her own.