As if in compensation, she became even more psychologically cruel, punishing Christina for even the smallest imagined slights, making her do repugnant...things like pleasuring her at night time and even cleaning up after the whore’s clients left for the night.Sylvia seemed to derive considerable pleasure having the child use her tongue to clean up the drips, spills and leavings of the many men who traipsed through that house. When she was really angry with the girl, Christina would clean the. ”“I don’t know how.”“Straddle me, baby. Like you would ride a horse.”He lay down on his back and she straddled him. He reached down and played with her clit. It set her on fire. She started grinding her wet pussy against his belly. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her onto his cock. When he let go she slid down his greasy pole as he filled her completely. They moaned in unison. As she started moving her hips in a riding fashion, fucking him like a pro, he grabbed her tits and started. In response I pushed my tits to his chest, the hook was set and I pull away and lead him back to our table. I order a couple of shots, doubles and as soon as the glasses hit the table I reel in my catch. I lean in close and say “I don't want to be alone tonight, Do you want to come with me back to my room?” Not waiting for a response, I kiss him, not a hard tong battle, but not a motherly kiss ether. Then I stand, I note he is on his feet in an instant, Take his hand and lead him to my car. . I’d hoped she’d be horny. I sure was. But she changed to a kimono and made no indications of passion. I finally asked her if something other than the family visiting stuff she had told me about had happened.She said quietly, “I was with my betrothed. Two times.”OK, that didn’t mean just social visits.As reassuringly as possible I asked, “Please tell me what is troubling you. It is OK.” There was no resistance to putting my arms around her.“I knew I would see him, of course. We had sex two days.