Her ears were ringing as his thick finger banged into her pussy, she could feel the heavy slap of his knuckles smacking against her as he pounded into...her. Amy’s legs started to convulse as her pussy exploded on Luther’s invading finger, she squeezed her thighs tight, feeling his meaty hand clamped between her shuddering, trembling muscles. Her eyes were closed and her head was tossed back, her long mane of hair swayed from side to side as she moaned openly, her mouth gaping. . Reaching the door, he listens to make sure The Rat is alone. The last thing he needed is to have barged in and come face to face with a group of drunken squatters. Hearing the tele making a racket but no voices, he knocks on the door.Opening the door, The Rat, with his usual charming look, sways in the doorway."Oh hell I've not seen you in a while, what do you want now?" slurs the Rat"We need a chat can I come in?" says the mystery manThe flat was dirtier than ever and nothing had changed. She had always thought he was different from the other Nobles and how they treated everyone else like crap because he seemed so open and friendly, but obviously he wasn't.And she blamed him the most because of how all the Nobles often played with all of their lives as if their lives didn't matter. She felt that if William wasn't so determined to get her in bed then he would have been more honest and told her what she stood to lose.All she could think about was how he was just like all of them.. ‘Shit, how the hell should I know?’ Brad smirked, ‘hey, unless it’s that I get to bang Sunny Leone, I really don’t give a fuck.’ ‘Probably some kind of hamper, or life time subscription to Hustler, or shit like that’, I said, more to myself than to Brad. Brad parked the car and we got out and walked into the convention hall. The place was packed with a million people, well not really, but still, there were a lot of people (guys). In between the crowd were plenty of girls walking around, some.