"Maybe we should go Cory?" asked Aimee. "No way girls . . . you will watch and then receive punishments of your own . . . in fact . . . Julie lie down...on this couch RIGHT NOW!" It was an order and she wasted no time, and laid down with her back on the cushions and her two bare feet sticking upwards. "Good . . . now Aimee it's your turn. Kneel in front of Cory here and pull down his pants . . . and I don't want any lip," he barked. Aimee immediately knelt down just to the right of Cory and. "With a puzzled look, Sloan replied. "Thank you for that, Matt Brady, I don't know if you're for real or not, yet, but I like what I see."At the dinner table, Matt asked. "What were you convicted of?" Prostitution. But I am not a prostitute I was railroaded."With his criminal justice background, Matt knew enough about the system to know that could happen, so he asked. "What happened?" I had gone to a photo shoot for prospective models. I became friendly with a girl by the name of Molly Palmer.. It was painful at time but the thought of him just hammering me how he liked was so much of a turn on. This penetration was like no other. His dick was scrubbing my inner walls, dipping into my pudding with his cake bowl spoon. He was digging in me, looking for my treasure. I could feel him all in it; my pussy was thanking me inside. My soul was dancing inside as my vocals reached a peak. My body was starting to cum, I was about to cum so hard and nothing was going to stop it. My mouth was wide. I still do. I place no blame at all for tonight's events. I apologize to Tim if this makes him feel any less of me. This could not have been easy for him."I made to speak but Cindy raised her hand."Not yet. Nikki, Peter, thank you for you hospitality. Your gifts. I will treasure them and wear them for my man, if he'll have me."Nikki seemed to shed a tear. I longed to go embrace my wife. But I gave her space."And just so you know, I didn't do this looking to further a career. I would be happy.