It was only a 15 minute drive but I managed to smoke three cigarettes in the time it took us to get out there. We got out in the middle of the street...and took a look around. My friend pointed out the different whore houses, telling me about their quality and the prices. There was only one that charged admission. He assured me that it was by far the best one. It was double the price in there to get laid but he assured me it was worth it. With the exchange rate being the way it was at that. I held her in the kiss until she had to swallow, and then I finally swallowed the part I still had. She pulled away and the look on her face wasn't happy. 'What the hell was that in your mouth?' she asked."I told her that I was a slave, and I had just shared my Master's cum with her. She got a bad look on her face, but I grabbed her by the hair and told her that she should feel privileged that I had let her have any of it, since it was very precious to me. I put a hand under her skirt and. I felt her thigh and let my hand move upwards onto her bare skin. I could feel the heat from her crotch as I caressed her, tentatively exploring. Would she let me go further? I tested, tested; really gently I progressed with shaking fingers further upwards towards the heat and moisture of her open hole. Then, oh joy, I touched her pussy lips with the back of my index finger. It was wet and slippery and I looked into her eyes as I slowly rubbed her there.“A little 'igher, Alan..” she breathed,. Coke in her hand. "Ergonomic." I pointed to her coke bottle."I don't understand." She squinted those eyes, Christ what were the odds."The shape of the bottle easily fits your hand, like the way they design the wrench handles these days, ergonomic to easily fit in your hand." I blushed realizing how that might have sounded."Sounds sexy." She immediately laughed, as if to show that she had regretted the mention of sex to an older man, but it was a test of sorts, to see if I would.