That was the first line she said when we met, Rohan, she said, just for today, don’t ask first. We met at a Cafe Coffee Day in GK 2, for it was near...her home. Her husband worked in one of those tall Barakhamba Road buildings and was as cold and steely as those marble edifices. We talked about her dreams of being a singer, of being a social worker, of being a good wife. All her husband wanted was money, a great looking house, a Honda city and a wife who said little and dressed sexily for the. He said he understood what I had done but it did sound like I cost the girl some money and I should pay her. I said that was impossible I only carried a few dollars for parking and a few drinks. The girl started complaining again that she needed the money, the big guy leaned towards me grabbed my arm and said I had to pay the girl.I explained again I had no money. He pulled me towards his car, saying that because I like being fucked and sucking cock so much I could earn the money and give it to. "You are really just a filthy slut, aren't you?" Said Hannah. "You love it, showing off, and I definitely liked looking at you, you nasty bitch. You would let them all line up and take turns on you, wouldn't you, you nasty slut?" Oh, God, yes, I want to fuck them all!" Madison moaned loudly, losing control of the pitch and strength of her voice as she was on the edge of climax. "I'm the slut for all of them to look at and jack off to and fuck, fuck me hard, use me like a whore!" You love. I was bad. I was a bad girl, Professor Thom. Please fuck me!” I moved my cock up and down her juicy wet slit, looking her in the eyes as I hovered over her between her legs, her knees bent at my hips. “Fuck me, oh please. You’re driving me crazy. I can’t stand it. Come on, fuck me hard! Please fuck me, please!” Just as I started to thrust into her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, the heels of her boots on my ass and pulled me into her. I grabbed her ass, lifting her off the floor, my cock.