" I shook Shirag's hand and introduced myself, "My name's Lizzie, you can call me Liz if you like." Shirag smiled after I said that. Kumar headed back...to the van while Shirag and I stood and talked."So how much do you charge?" Shirag asked me while smiling. I thought about what to say but I already knew my decision."Why don't we discuss money once we get there," I suggested. I knew that if we discussed in public, there was also a chance we could be seen and caught by the cops which is the last. It's a bit strange all right." But you don't know much about me ... I didn't grow up in a normal family. My mother was a hooker ... a high class one, like an Escort until I was about ten. Then she married a guy and it was OK for a couple of years until I started to sprout boobs. I was only twelve when my stepdad broke me in. And I liked it. But before I was thirteen my Mom caught us and kicked him out." I'm sorry ... I didn't know."No need to be sorry ... leastways not sorry for that. It wasn't. " No. I invited you for dinner. It may not have gone anything like I planned, but I will at least see to it that you do eat."We sat in silence waiting for our dinner and sipping our drinks. Dinner was good, even if the company was something less than. I had been thinking about everything. Out of the blue, I just started laughing. After a few minutes, Steph gave me a questioning look."What's so funny?" You don't want to know?" Yes I do, now tell me what's so funny." Ok. It's two things really.. She only had to ask me once. I slid forward, down Tanya’s belly, aimed my prick at her arsehole and shoved slowly. Angela groaned, though in pain or pleasure I couldn’t tell, as I began to fuck her giving her long, hard strokes in unison with Tanya.We fucked like that for several minutes, Tanya in Angela’s pussy and me in her rectum. Sometimes our strokes were in unison, other times we alternated, ploughing Angela to one orgasm after another. Tanya took her finger and shoved it into me. That.