The need to be close to him so strong. I sit up as he reaches me staring into his dark eyes.He traces a finger across my jaw line and places his thumb...against my lips. We stare into each other’s eyes then he presses his thumb firmer to my lips and I part them letting his thumb enter my warm mouth. I suck on it briefly watching his expression all the time. He smiles again and pulls it out of my mouth.“Just warming your pretty little mouth up little one,” he purrs.I continue to stare innocently. I felt behind me and could feel the string hanging down , don't worry I will take it out soon and we will check you have stopped bleeding,She pulled my knickers up , go and wash your face and dry your tears you will be finemy cock was still rock hard and as I walked away I really enjoyed the feeling of the tampon inside me I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at my bottom and the white string dangling there.I returned to the living room the three of them asked if I was ok , I said. She smiled at me. “I am ready.” She said. “I want you to undress me, expose me to your eyes and touch my body all over. I want you to ravish me and take me to be yours.” “I will be gentle and make this be a time which you will remember for the rest of your life.” I replied. My hands moved to her jacket, unbuttoned it and put it on the chair near the bed. She was wearing a white silk blouse which I carefully removed. I unzipped her skirt and put it with her other things. She was now in a full. And then asks, "What is your occupation?" I'm a whore," she says.The accountant is somewhat taken back and says, "No, No, No, that won't work. Let's try to rephrase that"The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl"."No, that still won't work. Try again."They both think for a moment and the woman says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a prostitute?"Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year." Chicken Farmer it is."A.