.. what did you call it? ... nice little woman at the bank? And you have the wrong idea about Debbie and me. We fool around a little bit, because we l...ve each other, but we're not trying to make babies. We haven't done that at all. And they can't fire you just because you're Elizabeth Nettleton. It's not against the law to be Elizabeth Nettleton. And if the money is that horrible, then I agree with you that we don't need it. Give it away or something. I don't care."He crossed his arms over his. As a street whore I would wear a super-short skirt, a puffy coat, boots or comfortable pumps, pantyhose if he was into tearing them open that night, but usually stockings and garter belts, and a cheap tight top. I looked at little too authentic, and what he called "a perfect whore." This street-whore play was relatively tame for the first ten times or so. We used roads in west L.A. and then open parking in nice residential neighborhoods while I serviced Darrin as if he was a client. He would. The next time we started making love or having sex, (whichever you want to call it) I started spending more time trying to get her turned on. I did the gentle rubbing of the boobs, licked and sucked till she was saying it really felt good. Then when I slid my hand down into her panties she was starting to get moist. I figured this was good, and then I spent more and more time rubbing her tits and her pussy at the same time. She really loved it and so did I. Once I got her panties off I started. I looked down and noticed that he only had the head of his cock inside me, a full nine or ten inches was still visible outside my asshole. He then started to slowly move his cock in and out of my ass. Very small thrusts, very gentle, but slowly and surely putting more and more of his cock inside of me each time. I was in heaven. I was in ecstasy. I was consumed with pleasure. Minutes passed and eventually Dr Green had most of his cock in my ass.Once he managed that he started to pump me hard..