Not the softest body part, by far, but she wasn't concerned with comfort. I lay back and shut my eyes, listening to her soft moans, letting her sing m... to sleep with them. She was not in pain, but was experiencing a tremendous release of built up tensions, fears and frustrations. I had accepted her, bound her as if I owned her and had put her in a place of submission. She felt wanted, needed and loved.I woke to the quiet, but insistent knocking on the hotel door. I looked at the clock. 6:00 AM.. I watched as she buried her nose in my pubic hair.One more stroke and I was over the edge. She must have felt my cock pulsate, and shoved forward, the last bit of my prick vanishing, and I began to unload straight down her throat.Pulse, pulse, pulse, my groin convulsed as I poured wave after wave of cum into her mouth. Marilyn took it all, backing off at last, her nostrils flaring as she drew in a breath, catching the last few spurts on her tongue. The gentle touch of her fingers on my balls. I'm sure I blushed at her remark because I felt my cheeks suddenly get hot, but if Angel noticed, she didn't say anything.She got in happily and took a seat in the back, saying hi to Jack as she did. I got in but then turned to her, "Don't you have to tell somebody you're leaving? Your...um..." I said a bit sheepishly."You mean my pimp? Oh, honey, you've been watching too much television! No, I don't have a pimp - very few of us girls do anymore. Pimps do nothing but take your money. People. He told me to hold his phone for him. He started jerking himself off with his right hand and carried on fingering me with his left. All the time looking at the photos of the twins, as well as looking at my boobs.He said to me, "You want to touch me, don't you?"I nodded. The feeling of his fingers on my pussy was amazing.He took my hand and put it on his cock. "You know what to do."Again, I nodded. I started to stroke his hard cock with my right hand, still holding the phone in my left.He.