Then he thought about Rachel. Thrown away at eighteen by someone who claimed to love her. What if this had been Rachel? Didn’t he owe it to her as a...man, a true gentlemen, to show her that not all men would hurt her? His fingertips curled and caressed the inside of her thigh. She let out a tiny moan when she felt him caress her thigh. His fingertips were feather light caressing the smooth silk skin of her inner thigh. Every now and then his thumb shifted and ran across the mound hidden by her. I put my finger on that pink pussy and stated rubbing it. Fluid started pouring down and it put my tongue inside her pussy.Ohhh it was so incredible feeling, I felt some type of liquid was flowing. Subiksha aunty started a small smile and kept mum. A flow of pussy juice is coming and I drank all. While I was licked for 20 minutes I heard a sudden voice and so more fluid came and I understood that she got orgasm. I drank it fully without wasting any single drop.Now without wasting a moment she. She knew what he meant by keeping the customer 'entertained'. She would have to become more than just an exotic dancer. Much more. She would have to become... a whore.She would have to have sex with these drunken, filthy men if that is what they wanted. And they would want it–it was her job to make them want it!"That's enough talk for now. Get on your knees slut, I want you to suck my cock and get me hard. Then I'm going to fuck that naughty pussy and that lovely pink ass, just like I. 'I just realised this Bristoll lives around the corner from where Anne used to live, is it possible they could know each other by sight?''Absolutely out of the question, I guarantee it.'"Do you mind if I join you? I hate running alone," said Anne holding out her hand as she jogged alongside."Nathaniel... er... Nathaniel Bristoll," he responded as he took her hand."My names Susan Dixon."For the purpose of the exercise my brother and I had decided that would be her name and that where necessary.