”All this name calling makes me ravenous. I come inside Emily, loving that she hates condoms. She’s always careful, staying on birth control and n...ver fucking guys she doesn’t know. She always makes sure she’s clean and shaven for me after another guy has been inside her. I never wrap my cock before I fuck her.We shower together, then lounge on the bed, her typing away on her laptop, me reading notes on a case my assistant gave me earlier. My assistant is a cliche office hottie, but I’m not. As fifteen year old Michelle Thomas, a neighbor of the Whites, she had ended up the prime baby sitter of Kevin's older half sisters when Mr. White's first wife had died some twenty years ago.The eight and nine year old girls, bereft after the loss of their mother, had latched onto Michelle immediately and would cling to her desperately at the first sign that she was about to leave. Apparently the then forty-five year old Mr. White had too because just weeks after her sixteenth birthday young. It was always like that, and Mallory associated this quiet moment with the sex that always followed. Weeks earlier, she'd been terrified by that sense of vacuum, but now her fear had gone, replaced by a flush of tingling heat as her pussy became wet with anticipation. “Um, I’m not much for condoms,” the man said, reaching for his wallet. “Would you mind if we go bareback? I want it to be good.”Mallory sighed, shook her head. When she started turning tricks, she’d been desperate enough to take. She quickly wiped clean his chest, neck and face, paying particular attention to one eyebrow, trying to hide her growing excitement from him. It would never do to give it away just yet.There must have been some sort of antiseptic in the water, because it stung like a bastard, making Steve flinch away. Amber ignored him, with an effort, she wanted to soothe him and enfold him. But it would be much more fun this way. She efficiently completed her task, moving behind him again, reappearing.