George went on advising the members of her sexual skills and how any master would be very happy with her. This is how the recruiter found her giving ...erself to every man that approached her at a high-class bar in New York. She did not fit this profile, as she looked like a very high classy, elegant lady.George went on, her craving for cock took her to places a person like her should never have been seen but it was an addiction, like alcohol. She wanted it continually and couldn’t stop once she. " I felt bad saying it. I hoped it would hurt her even more.She placed her hand on my knee and pushed it down. I struggled, but let it drop. She moved and covered the distance between us. Her lips searched out mine. When she found them, she took them into her mouth hard and desperate. I knew she still loved me.I turned my face away. "Don't you have any self respect?" I asked."What?" she said. "I don't know what to say." You can say, I'm a bitch. I'm sorry, I'm a bitch."That drove a nice spike. Denise reached down, pulling my zipper. After she pulled down my trousers, her soft warm hand snaked its way down my boxers. My hand pulled her wet thong to one side and touched her wet slit. Both of us moaned into each other's mouths as my fingers slide up her slit. She rubbed the head of my circumcised cock, and then slid down the shaft to my balls.My finger rubbed her clit as she stroked my balls. She then stroked my rigid shaft with her other hand. I kissed my way down her neck to her. I followed her. She asked me to wait and went to a lingerie store.She took almost 30 minutes and came back with 2 or 3 bags. She gave me a smile with sorry for making it late. I was almost 9 pm. We left for her home. While going back I recollected and asked where is her son. She said that he is with her in-laws at their place who stays nearby to her placeWe reached her home and it was almost 10 pm. I was almost dinner time. She ordered food from the hotel. We were just talking and food arrived..