Not that they hadn't talked to a member of the opposite sex that way before. Karen talked to men most of every day. And most of Bob's peers at school ...ere women. But those kinds of conversations were usually professional in nature. True, some of her customers flirted with her, occasionally, but to Karen that was just part of her job. It made it a little easier, in fact, to increase the original sale, sometimes.But this conversation, and the one they'd engage in on Saturday, was of a more. Inevitably his fingers found her crack and followed downwards to her puckered anal opening. She took one finger to the knuckle with barely a murmur; he never ceased to be amazed how easily the next three fingers slipped inside her arse. He loved the way her automatic sphincter expanded to accept the intruding fingers – knowing that it would apply the perfect pressure to his cock when it entered her next. Angie’s mouth was all over his cock head, licking and sucking, then taking it down her. Do you like calling me Daddy?" "It's OK, you certainly ain't the first." As we drove along I started asking her about how she came to be on the street. "Well, I certainly didn't start out to be here. I got to doin' drugs and fell in with some smooth talkin' asshole that lured me into a big drug party and the next morning told me I owed him for the drugs and how was I gonna pay for them. That was the beginning of the end and here I am." "Would you like to get out of this?" "What, hookin'? Hell. 

She conceded and I bent her over by the desk in front of the window. I looked across to you then noticed your skirt had disappeared, and the door to your office was now also curiously closed… You were naked from the waist down, and had one leg up on a chair near the window.I smiled… then noticed both your hands over your openly spread cunt as you rigorously rubbed your clit with one then penetrated your pussy with the other. Your blouse was parted around your tits, and you were staring at.