’ I smiled back and chuckled still holding my duffel bag in my hand. Mrs. Mason quickly moved over to me and led me back into the living room. Once... we were both seated, me on the couch and her in the chair, she looked at me. ‘Well now that she is gone we can get to know each other.’ ‘Yes Mrs. Mason.’ I said looking at her. She grimaced. ‘Oh please, call me Nancy. When you call me Mrs. Mason I look around for my mother in law. I couldn’t help it, I laughed. Somehow this woman I had just met had. She pleaded with him to make her come, as she always did, but he denied her until her fires cooled.Then he buried his fingers inside her once more.Over and over again, he brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure, only to deny her release. Her begging turned even more desperate, her body hot against him and beaded with sweat. His cock hardened against her ass, foreshadowing things to come.As the trembling – almost weeping – prostitute neared the point of no return again, Cerebus’ other hand left. " She stopped walking and turnedto face him. "Look, you seem like a nice enough guy," she offered,briefly laying her hand on his arm and ignoring the thrill that coursedthrough her, "but A): I do not date. I'm focused on my career and my ownneeds right now, so I'm not dating anyone. B): I'm not interested in afling of any duration long or short, with you or anyone else. Finally,C) Even if I were open to a relationship I would definitely not beinterested in a long-distance. Without even a split second passing after the realization of potential discovery, inner fantasies of lust emerge from even deeper within Stephanie's mind than she even knew existed, and a shot of pure adrenaline courses through her body. With that, and this stranger's cock gloriously pounding the back of her throat, she begins moaning at normal volume to the knowledge that she could be caught right now with a cock pegging her square in the mouth, and she would be exposed as the slut she is.