In all fairness, I didn’t shut them down. They all thought my little pussy was fair game. I’d drink the freebies. I would eat the dinners while en...ertaining a client. I even went sailing with a couple clients and a coworker over a weekend. None of them so much as saw my pussy. Eventually, I found myself living out of a suitcase and moving from hotel to hotel. I had coworkers who literally did not own a home or have an apartment. All they had was a forwarding address. 100% of their time was at. 'Good', he said, after a few minutes of struggling with the cock in my mouth. 'Now let's have a look at this ass of yours.' He bent me over and slowly inserted his cock into my ass. It was incredibly sore and tight. He slowly fucked me for a few minutes. Then he pushed me onto my back, and before I noticed he had my thong pulled off. Now I was fully naked. 'You'll get this back if you behave,' he said. Then he picked me up and tied me to the branch again. 'Alright, take your shoes off,' he. So I took the towel from her bedroom and moved towards the bathroom. As I went towards the toilet door my heart started beating faster assuming that I might not be able to control myself and what will happen if I did something wrong. I knocked on the door, Deepa opened it slightly and said-“Please put towel in the hanger”. She was behind the door so I could not see her but as I placed the towel on hanger I saw her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom as it was on the front wall. I saw. Willow throws back her head and laughs. Or rather, cackles. Like a witch. Unbridled and unhinged. She had to be losing her mind. She’d had too much wine. She was hypothermic and delirious. She is emotionally shattered, again, because of that twat Gabriel. Sure. She writes for living, or tries to. She makes up new worlds for, as of now, a few hundred paltry pounds of nothing per month. She has to have made this shite up, trapped herself in a fantasy world to cope.She opens her eyes, looks at the.