Brenda was so exhausted that she fell asleep in the car on the way home.She awoke to find that John had carried her in to the house, to their bedroom.... She was naked on the bed, as John had removed her soiled clothes. He sat on the bed next to her. “So do you want to talk about tonight?” He asked her.She bit her lip. “John, I-“ She began.“Whore.” He stated it simply. He might have simply been noting the time of day. He stated it as a fact. Brenda couldn’t read him, still.He stood. ”Now David laughed. “Stay. As long as you want, as long as you can.” He also rose on his elbows and turned to her, took her hand. “And not only because that was great. At least for me.”With a sly smile she pulled at his hand, directed it between her legs and brushed the panty aside. “I liked it.” And he could feel she had. His fingers touched warm, soft skin, felt the wetness.“Wow”, he murmured, started to explore her with his fingers. With a sigh she lay back, spread her legs and closed her. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! I focus on the tip of his cock, lashing it all over my mouth with my powerful tongue.Oh, God, I need him to unload in me! But then it will be all over, and we can’t have that. So, when I feel his bell end begin to swell in my mouth, I stop and, once more, I withdraw. Breathless, I stare up at his gorgeous erection. It stands spit wet and ram-rod stiff, framed on each side by the satin curtains of the glory hole, like a solitary actor holding centre stage, his audience. Sarah knew what they were thinking. It was all money for drugs; cocaine or much needed heroin to get high on. What she wanted though was money so that she could afford a place on the bed welfare scheme; a place where people like her got a warm bed for the night. Someplace where she didn’t shiver or feel cold and had some food even if it was only broth.By the time Sarah finishes her eight-hour shift and all the commuters have gone home, she gathers her hat and counts her profits. It amounts to.