I am sure a puddle was forming on the concrete below the bench. My latest r****t pounded his meat in and out. His fucking created a slapping sound a... his groin, cock and balls hit into my ass and thighs. The fluids seeping out of my ass help ampilify this sound, to a point I worried about the loudness of the fucking. The fucking echoed around the brush and the silence of the night, reminding me.of my low position of being a cum dump. His reached around me and slide his fingers into my. I pushed in about half an inch, and Brandi gritted her teeth and sucked in a sharp breath.“Sweetie, you okay,” I asked.Brandi just shook her head to the affirmative, so I pressed in another inch and felt her hymen give. She screamed out as I pushed in a little further and felt her hymen break and lets me sink in another inch. Connie put her hand on my stomach and told me to hold there for a minute. I waited for three for four minutes before Brandi’s breathing began to steady. She told me to go. The cobbler laughed.“Hello,” I finally said.“Ladies, meet your audience,” the cobbler smirked.I got immediately struck by the familiar lust filled interest from all three women. “Uhm,” I started amidst another chortling laugh from the paternal presence at the table, “Forgive me for ease dropping, but I have to agree with your charming mother. You see, Caitlin has become a good friend of mine...”“More than that, young man,” the cobbler added.“Yes. True. We have become intimate.”“Is he ... him?”. Are you a friend of Mister Brown? He didn’t hurt you did he?’ ‘Oh, you’re the girl upstairs. No, Peter would never hurt me. In fact, that’s why I’m sad, he’s too good, so I can’t see him ever again,’ Lucy said, rubbing a small tear from her left eye. ‘But that doesn’t make sense.’ ‘Maybe you don’t know Miss, but I’m a whore, I do this for money. You’re not supposed to like the client or ever kiss them on their lips, it’s just fuck ’em and get the money and get out, no emotions. With him I.