‘Get on all fours, bitch.’ I obeyed and he moved behind me. After tugging down my jogging bottoms, he roughly moved my knickers to one side and h...is fingers crudely entered me, making me to gasp. Briefly, I felt his cock pushing at my entrance before he rammed into me. He gripped my hair and yanked my head back so violently it felt like my neck would snap. Harder and harder he fucked me before I felt a hand moving around my ass. He gave it a vicious slap and I cried out in pain. ‘Jesus, that. Susan could just see between his firm cheeks and the small pucker of his asshole. She felt her mouth begin to water at the delicious display of manhood.Susan was delighted to hear the soft, sexy sounds of the jazz sax playing. Jazz had always turned her on and the saxophone especially made her hot. But she remembered mentioning that too in her diary. She swayed her hips in a circular fashion as her hands caressed her bra cover breasts. Her large brown nipples were poking straight out, forming. The prostitute, I didn’t know her name, was a little on the tall side. I honestly don’t remember what Mel said to the girl, but the long term effect was that the two of them ended up in the back seat whispering to each other while the girl cried. (I mean, honestly, I would really like to know what she told a bitter prostitute in ten seconds to make her trust Mel like that. It’s incredible, the effect she has.) Mel pulled the girl into a long hug before telling me to drive home. I could only. However i happened to be the only one who could see it. I wanted to be a good brother and so i went to her in private and asked her what the real problem was. She tried to hide it but then she too realized that i understood her tension.She said thee was something which she was worried about but i was too young to be explained that. I told her that i was 18 now and grown up enough to understand anything. She said it was not something she should be telling me. I told her that i was the only one.