You know I’m a whore.” “Oh yeah, bitch. You’re getting my pretty pink nipples hard. I can feel my tight pussy getting wetter by the second. Wh...o else knows you’re a whore, Haylie?” “Everyone, they all know I’m a whore. Everyone knows just what a dirty little whore I am.” “Now tell me what you are, and what you will be.” Hilary said to her as she played with her own breasts. “I’m a slut. I always will be a slut.” “Oh yeah, that’s it my little whore!” Hilary said right before she stuck her tongue. But . . . ." ". . . why am ah visiting y'all?" she finished, an adorable smile on her face. I could only nod, my mouth hanging agape. "Actually, we're both here at my insistence. Ah can't stand the way Nancy's become. She used to be such a sweet lady, always a kind word for everyone she met in person or on-line. Then you recommended her for that author's interview. Her initial reaction was pretty vindictive." "Don't I know it," I interrupted. "Oh, dear," she said as she grabbed my. Tell her I'll be there on the fifteenth of next month, at three in the afternoon. She can meet me there if she wants to talk about me giving her bag back to her. I'm going to Illinois to visit my aunt. The room is paid for today and tonight."Ed left right after he got all his things packed. Maria was still propped up on the pillows. Once in awhile, she'd scratch absently at her arms or run her hand over her face and mouth. At no time did her eyes open, she didn't seem aware that anyone else was. Jean nodded that she did. He stood, tossed back the cover and gently slid his arms under her and lifted her. Jean found her arms going around his neck. The musky male scent of his body tickled her senses, and the ease in which he picked her up was surprising.He turned, and she realised there was another door leading out of the room. He walked through it, and she found herself in a warm room. A large, deep rectangular tub was against the wall behind the bed and to her right.On the left side of.