I don’t even know who you are.”“Sure you do!” Eros chuckled, “I’m Saint Valentine! You’ve been writing cards in my name all night!”“...ou are?” she asked in amazement.“I am!” he said, “And now I’m going to prove it to you.”Valentine then started sliding his cock in and out of her. Despite her reservations, she moaned and arched her back in response to his movements. Without really thinking about it, she reached around him and cupped his small buttocks as he pumped into her.Because he was so small. ‘You want me to leave?’ For some reason, although he was really only supposed to give her a ride to the next destination he was going, it disappointed her that he’d push her off so quickly. But then again, he’d already sacrificed a great deal to keep her safe. She couldn’t expect him to give even more, considering that she had nothing of her own to give him. His mouth fell open a little, and he fidgeted. ‘I…well, no…that’s not-‘ He shut his mouth and huffed air out of his nose. ‘That isn’t. I want him to make me cum >< I want him to kiss me. I want to cum >She completely stopped moving and looked at me. Tears stood out in her eyes, and that made me go deeper into her mind. Then I knew the truth. She was a hooker, I assumed she was a seasoned pro, good at her work. She was. She had never had an orgasm. Not one. Raped at fourteen by her step-dad, turned out for drug money by her boyfriend at sixteen ... no one had ever gotten into her.I resolved to change that. Right now. I closed. She liked to walk to keep in shape.Sally was a very pleasant person most of the times, but after a few wine coolers she becomes very loud and rude. Her husband did not like her drinking because she always gets very belligerent and he told her this would cause her problems some day. Not listening to her husband she spent many hours with her friends and would ultimately end up at a lounge and as she said only have a few wine coolers.This particular day she was running late. Driving back to her.