"The same question I want to ask you." she stuttered. Her face was very pale."I thought this is Rachel's room." I looked around and instantly realized...how much of an idiot I was. The room was obviously the master bedroom from the way it was furnished."This is my room." the woman cried."I'm sorry, Mrs. Palmer. I'm really sorry." I picked up my clothes and darted out of the room.I dressed up as quickly as I could and went down to the living room. Fortunately, Mr. Palmer was still at the same. .. it's been a while since we've chatted. As you walk up to the house you notice the door is open a little but one car is gone.. you think that seems odd so you walk to the door, and knock. You hear nothing and think maybe you should check it out, just to make sure everything is OK. You walk in the front door and call out my name but hear nothing. Getting a little concerned, you work your way through the house, noticing nothing seems out of place.... you pass by my bedroom and see me lying. “She is so beautiful. You must be very proud?” His velvet voice brought me back to reality. No one had ever said something like that about my cunt. My pussy was my “money-spinner,” because men paid me to allow them to stick their cocks into it. I loved it that he called my cunt “her.” How can I be proud of my slit? He was different. His eyes never held a moment of possessiveness or lust, just wonder. I had a difficult time making sense of what his face revealed to me.My hand involuntary moved. "What's wrong Ast..." He started to ask, but when Astrid turned to look at him, he noticed the sadness leak from her eyes and an eerier look of lust settle on her features. Without so much as a squeak, Hiccup found himself pinned to the bed. Trying to form some sort of defense, something to snap her out of her lust induced state, Hiccup tried to speak. Unforchanitly, this provided an opening and Astrid pressed her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Whatever defense he could think.