The small groans of telling me she wanted me to stroke it. I slowly trailed my fingers from her thigh, savouring the feel of her soft warm skin to her... clit, which I began to gently stroke. She moaned as I felt it stiffen between my fingers and her body went limp like a doll. I knew I could do what I wanted to her, so taking both her arms and holding them down behind her head I crawled into the bed next to her. I began to feel the opening of her slit get wetter and wetter until I noticed that. Allowed their weight to ease them slowly wider.The doctor's head disappeared behind the froth of my skirts, and I jumped and let out a shriek when I felt warm fingers brush against my calf. He set about arranging layers of fabric out of the way, his fingers repeatedly brushing against the thin cover of my stockings, and as they reached up higher, occasionally against the bare skin of my inner thighs. My attention was riveted by his progress.My knees had begun to quake uncontrollably, and when I. ”I shuddered at the silk whisk of his tie coming undone. My pussy clenched as his eyes flicked over me. “You shouldn't be in here. I have a patient.”“She doesn't know I'm here,” he said as he reached me. He cupped my chin. “My beautiful Pam... My queen... I just had to enjoy you.”“What about Melody?” I whimpered. “Won't she be jealous?”I winked at her. “Not with the cum I've already left in her pussy. She has quite the smile on her face. I fucked her against her office window. Anyone could have. Come on, be honest. Other than to birth Jesus, what else did Mary do?Q: Even so, that’s quite a stretch to label all women as prostitutes, don’t you think?A: But in the final analysis, isn’t that true?Q: I hardly think the average suburban American housewife would consider herself a whore.A: But isn’t she? Distilled to its essence, what is a whore? A woman who rents the use of her body for profit. A prostitute is really being more honest. Pay her enough money and she’ll agree to let.