I laid there whimpering, I'd never had anyone treat me like Ron was treating me. To him, I was nothing but a street whore and I was loving it.As soon ...s he'd rested, Ron rolled me over onto my back, I laid there as limp as a dish rag."Well my little married whore. Seeing how much you loved that. I'm sure a slut like you will love this." Lifting my legs up onto his shoulders with no protest from me, he shoved his cock all the way into me, thrusting it in and out a few times, he asked, "Do you. She burst into tears. "I've been told I've got to leave my flat, they want it for holidays. I've got nowhere to go."I took her in my arms and gave her a hug."No friends? Family?"She shook her head. "No one who'll have me. And I can't even ask you, because you've only got one bedroom."True, when we refurbished the bungalow because it was so small we decided to make it perfect for us, and we didn't sleep separately.Fresh tears whilst I thought about the possibility that she might like to share. Taking his sword in my other hand, I lowered myself until the point was barely touching me. His eyes followed every move I made and were now almost the size of saucers as I think he began to realize what was about to happen. Moving his love handle up and down, I massaged my already puffy moist lips, gradually settling down further as I forced him into my slit. I knew that I was ready for him, but I wanted to prolong the suspense, the joy for him as long as I could. Finally, and with his pointed. .. Oooooowwwch!" My squeals punctuated the staccato slaps to my backside, I had one hand around the leg of the chair he was sitting on and the other gripping his knee and my head bucked up and down like a nodding dog. Luckily my long hair was bound inside a rider's hairnet to stop it flying all over the place. Bradley was in no hurry to let me up and continued to smack my poor bottom until all I could feel was two balls of fire either side of my pussy entrance which surely he could see clearly..