They don’t count. Only new cunts count. I can fuck these two all I want, and they won’t count toward our total.” I said this in a manner to make...sure Jess understood.“But, I don’t understand.”, said Jess.“Look, simply,”, I began. “Per our agreement, you were fucked and bred by 30 cocks, hundreds of times. Should I count each cunt I fuck and breed? Or should I count each fuck. You decide.”Jess looked pissed. This was not going her way at all, and not ending anytime soon.“I guess counting cunts. .." Look at me."She kept her face down but raised her eyes to meet mine and spoke in a near-whisper. "I want you to...tell me what to do..." She waited for me to reply and, when I said nothing, went on. "I want you to...make me...do bad things."I continued to look at her in silence. She didn't know what else to say. She started to speak a couple of times, stammered, and fell silent. Suddenly her eyes welled up and she fell to her knees. Still looking up at me, she whispered, her voice. We just kissed and stuff. Oh, he tried to feel me up. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you that." Well, if you want to learn how, to practice some before you get a boyfriend, here's one you can practice on."She sat there on my bed, looking at me, her hand softly holding my cock, still hard, of course, when I heard her say softly, "Yeah, okay, show me how to do it." I was in heaven."Okay. I mostly use some hand lotion, right here," I began as I picked up the bottle from the table next to my bed.. Tonight, she intended on looking past all the superficial and see what Niccolo was like inside. She watched him open the door and hold out his hand.“Are you ready, gorgeous?” Niccolo asked suavely as he held out his hand. He smiled as he watched Jennifer swivel her legs out carefully, trying not to react to the sight of such stunning legs accentuated with a pair of heels. His eyes traveled up to her shiny black dress just above her knees, and he could not help but wonder what she was wearing.