"You mean you've actually put a penis into your mouth?" she stammered in disbelief.Well, if this game was about asking astonished questions, I could j...in in."You mean, you let this guy fuck you four times and never ever touched his cock with your lips?" I countered. "You mean, you've never experienced a screaming orgasm from someone exploring your pussy with his or her tongue?"Sylvie changed the subject slightly. "Screaming orgasm - that's another thing that only happens in erotic fiction."Now. All the time her eyes were glued to the mirror, watching herself with rapt fascination as she fucked me.“Ooooohhhh! I look like such a slut. I love fucking your big cock, Ross. I love being your slutty whore, baby.”As she was whimpering, moaning and fucking, she was using her hands to squeeze her big tits and play with the sticky cum still spread all over them. I coaxed her on, talking dirty to her, telling her what a nasty slut and goo whore she truly was.“Fuck me slut. Only a slutty whore. After a couple minutes, though, she was able to steady herself in the high-heels and calm down. She didn’t want to go through that again so resolved to take things slowly. She stepped off the crate with extreme care. Without her glasses, the floor was a blur. She turned to look back at the chair as dozens of questions started to come to mind. Her scientific mind was reasserting itself, but it would have to wait. With a sense of professional detachment, she carefully walked over to the table. Max is nothing other than shrewd and I’d bet that he’s already got a diary full of paying clients ready to go,” she said, looking out of the window towards the threatening black clouds on the horizon.“And you?” I asked.“I thought we already had a financial agreement if my memory serves me right,” she chuckled, “a pound a peek wasn’t it?”“But how much for more?”“Are you really asking how much I would pay you to fuck me?”“Yes, I am. How much?”“Believe me I know many who would.”“Yes, but would.