“Oh, you naughty girl. What would Master think of you right now?” She continued to brush the ear piece of the glasses down over her belly. She ...ircled her little navel, watched it quiver then traced further down, in a squiggly line, until the rubber mounting slipped over her hard and now slick nub. Yelping out, she slid the whole thin piece of the glasses between her folds. Her petals opened and flared to life as once again she began to bring herself near. She sunk the metal deep into her. "No, thanks, I don't smoke... remember," she said, smiling over at him, relaxed... sexually satisfied, herself.He drew smoke into his lungs and studied the glowing end of his cigarette, thoughtfully, then he said, "Dottie... I've been trying to figure you out... you're a damned beautiful woman... all alone, here in Phoenix... playing the part of a hooker... but there's something about you... you're not a real pro, at all. There's something domestic about you... like you ought of have a husband. Even the pain his dick caused heightened her pleasure, until she felt consumed by it, unable to think or respond to anything but the pleasure flowing from his swollen cock through her entire body. She could feel her mind slipping into an abyss of carnality that she wasn't sure she could ever crawl out of. Hell she wasn’t sure she could even muster the courage to try and attempt to. The slut in her that she had kept hidden and controlled was now threatening to control her as he fucked her. A pale green sundress hung breezily on her, swirling with her movements. Her grin was infectious, as usual.She looked back behind her to make sure no one was listening, then poked her head through the door. "Listen Paul, umm ... do you like tomatoes?" What? Yeah, sure. Why?" Well, it's ... Look, sorry, but I think I volunteered your help." Help? With what?" You better come take a look." She opened the door properly, and I followed her through. We walked down the hallway into the kitchen, and I.