“Have no fear Mora.” It cooed in reply.Tears streaming down her cheeks, she croaked through a tight throat. “Help me!”“I will do just that.�...� It replied.Then the tentacle gave a hard yank and she was ripped right off the frame. Losing her breath, her heart stopped beating as she saw her life flash before her eyes, right before she hit the cold water and everything turned into a murky blur. ***Mora groaned when she started coming around, feeling wet and like she had been sleeping on something. "OOOhhh!? my brother groaned as his greasy, slick, cock slid easily, deep into me and he felt my ass grip his penis like a velvet glove.I felt my cock immediately stiffen inside my panties as he started to fuck me with long slow strokes. I couldn't help but feel sexy all over as I accepted my brother's invasion of my ass. The stimulation on all the sensitive nerves deep in there, the pressure on my prostate, and the magnificent feeling of being filled with cock, all combined to drive me into. Sitting in the whore'sflat, eating her food, had been one thing; looking at her face in themirror. This was real though now. I was really a prostitute. More thananything - more than the act itself - this night time wandering was asclose as I could get to living the dream.I passed houses with lights on inside. Families were eating theirdinners or watching television. Through open windows I could hearlaughter and talk. My former abode had been far more upmarket thanthese terraced hovels, but even. "Apparently so," I muttered, feeling Harley's agreement."Don't feel as if you must explain yourself," Bud said, but I cut him off."No, the feeling is like the best of every drug rush I ever experienced," I admitted. "and I've done far worse things than the pills Harley found in the bike's gas tank. While I was overseas I was able to do opium and heroin. This combined the extreme inward peace of the one with the intense rush of the other, and everything in between." We would never have come back.