....... he needed no further invitation............he ran his finger between my thighs caressing my now soaking pussy through my wet thong .........h...is finger pushing the materiel inside my lips as I tried to stifle the moans.......my hands were now stroking his erect penis though his trousers , it felt huge , I undid his trousers , pulled down his pants and released this huge thick penis ..........GOD how I wanted it ...........as I grasped his penis tightly in my hand he deftly moved my. " It's not rape if I agree to it," she said.They had both assumed it would take a day or two to get comfortable with each other once he arrived. While there was the odd moment of tension, their hunger for each other drove them through those first few days at a relentless pace. That first day, when he found her lying naked on the couch, with a tampon stuffed in her pussy, was an example of a moment of tension, surrounded by hours of lusty happiness.He had gone to drink in the sight of her. That came with the job. Fancy was drunk. She did not care. She gave up everything that was bothering her.“So, I’m starting college here. I’m not originally from here. My best friend came out to me as a lesbian before I left. I’ve known her since… forever. I love her to death. Which got me wondering… did she have feelings for me this whole time? And why did it take so long? And why can’t I stop thinking about her? Ugh…” Fancy said, reaching for her phone. Jezebel stopped her.“Honey. You know the. There's no room for emotions in this business. You can't have women working for you when you have feelings.I learned how to switch off my feelings at an early age. As a pimp you have to rule, know it all, deal with everything, make sure nothing can ever hurt you. And the girl has to come home with the money, or else she's got a problem.The women were never more than merchandise to me. They were things, objects. I said to myself: 'If she really didn't want to do it, she wouldn't do it.’ I said.