It is either I kill—or I get killed. I was only seventeen years old when I first became a prostitute. An underage, you might think right yeah, and I...really was immature and babyish then. Being a streetwalker during night is not something I foresaw myself doing and pulling off zealously and laboriously in my forthcoming days; it is something that befall and hit me—suddenly, abruptly, and all out of nowhere.The night before she made it clear as regards what my life was going to be; Tawny was. She had drifted even closer to me and when she bent forward to ease her skirt over her bottom her face was nearly touching mine and I could feel her hot breath on my cheek. Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and kicked it away. In doing so she came even closer and now her panty covered pussy was inches away. I could clearly see the cleft of her pussy lips through the fabric which was clearly showing signs of moisture. My own pussy gave an involuntary twinge in response. I. The high pitched "HUHHHHHHHH" involuntarily drawn from her heaving lungs.That hot clamping muscle was too much for Carl's pleasure filled cock he couldn't hold back the load of cum any longer and bathed her already cum filled channel with several hot spurts of his own. His face red and wet from the exertion of his body he soaked his cock in her hot wetness until his balls were empty.Kelli was vaguely aware of his heavy weight leaving her body and the cool air washing her soaked pussy when he. Finally though we were in the lounge of the cottage and I flopped down on the bed settee she'd brought especially for me until I was able to get up the stairs again!Pushing me gently onto my back, she kissed me tenderly,"Did you enjoy that?" Brilliant sweet Jen" I said softly, "It was a great night, thank you!" Was?"She stood up and slipped the gown off her shoulders,"I've got news for you mister"She stepped out of it and stood there proudly, hands on hips, naked breasts glistening with a.