Thee cock started entering my throat. I was lying straight and my head was upwards and my throat was straight so i didn’t feel any difficulty in tak...ng his cock deep inside my mouth. Me was getting faster and was pumping his cock in side my mouth. Same time I started to rub my swollen pussy by my middle finger, making sounds ‘pooch pooch’ as my wetness slapped against my hand.Now his cock was real hard and he told that he was about to release his cum. I was rubbing furiously too and was so. We were going seventymiles an hour. New tears came flooding out of my eyes."Admit it," he said to me. "Admit to me you're a dirty whore. Show meonce and for all what I am saying is true. Admit it, the way a filthyslut would, the way you would - and the way you will from now on." Hepulled a little bit of cocaine from the vial and dabbed it onto the headof his cock. "Admit it. You don't even need to say anything. Admitthat your dirty cunt is for sale. You're a whore, Kristy, admit it. . . Damn I hope no one puke on it that renders the position of the chair to be topsy turvy . I rest my case in using the chair. She proceed to unbutton my shirt and diligently take it off and next my pants feels great to be treated like this ..and plus points that I am not making a wrong choice just now. She strips from her black straps and hot pants faster than i can reach my hand to help her and she yelp with a giggle. Such a nice giggle she have. To the shower area , its a clear mirror. I was as hard as stone, but I had actually practiced trying to make my masturbatory sessions last longer, drawing them out, imagining myself lasting long enough that she got her cookies. I had no idea how to give a woman her cookies, but I knew she could get them. I had a dim memory of my mother’s voice, groaning about cumming.Finally she handed me the razor and I carefully dragged it through the lather. I don’t know if it’s that they make women’s razors differently, or because I was.