It's tragic."Daphne looked at John with an impish smile. "I can give you some stories," she said. "Did Rhonda ever tell you what I do for a living?" U...m no, I don't believe she did," John said. He wondered what was coming next."I'm a prostitute," Daphne said, absolutely straight-faced and without a hint of shame. "Men pay money to have sex with me."Her directness completely threw John off."Well . . . um . . ." Does that bother you?" Daphne asked in a voice that sounded as if it had been dipped. She brought her other hand up under my shirt and bra, and started massaging my breast. She leaned in, her mouth almost touching mine. I could feel her hot breath on my lips as she spoke.“I’m going to love breaking you Macy.” She pulled on my nipple, smiling wickedly. Her tongue snaked out, and she brought it to my lips, tracing a circle with her tongue. I quickly turned my head to the side.“Please don’t. Please.” I whispered. Sanders laughed, and released me, and continued walking.“Only. Pushing back into your body I asked, “ Did you find anything?”Hearing a toilet flush you pulled your hand out and spun me to face you. A drunken party goer stumbled out eventually and smiled hazily at us as he returned to the noise. “You’ve got nothing on you fucking whore” you whispered as you squeeze my arse hard. I loved it when you spoke to me like that, making me instantly wet. Wriggling out of your grip I walked down the corridor beckoning for you to follow. I know that you’d love the. When I finished Mom said, “I never knew how nice you cock was. Heather if I were you, I’d be fucking that. He has to be better than what you have been fucking. You don’t want Jennie getting all of that do you?” Then she said, “You have about twenty minutes. I’ll have Jennie help me in the kitchen until you two are done.”I could not believe my ears. Not only did Mom tell Heather to fuck me, she knew about Jennie wanting to fuck me too, plus she herself wanted to fuck me. Holy shit I couldn’t.