Now in her black panties, see though black bra and garter she moved to the opposite end of the circle and started to collect her tips. She primarily j...st put her leg out and let the guys put the dollar into her garter. Moving down the line from guy to guy each seemed to be willing to contribute. As she stood over them she would look lustfully into each boy's eyes and touch herself somewhere for them. Sometimes she would hold her breast in one hand. Sometimes she would run her finger over her. If anyone ever found out…he would probably go to jail. And it really is worth all that, she often thought…truth be told, the law may define her age then as “unable to consent,” she knew what was happening, she knew it was wrong, and she knew she wanted it to happen and more! In fact, she wanted more to happen than what did happen! It ended all too soon and didn’t really give her the satisfaction she had hoped. If anything, it made her hunger for more! But her she sat, thinking about it. She wanted to enjoy the orgasm from the joy of being anally fucked. In time, she felt her ass ease up and now she began smashing the dildo in her ass much faster.Soon her cunt was longing to be filled and get fucked at least as much if not more than her ass. Quick thought and she inserted her two wet fingers in her pussy and right then her cunt muscles began to flex and contract rhythmically. She stopped everything to cherish the orgasm. God! She was very much satisfied. She was sure to be. At that moment, Sophie had left the table and was already dressing. “This entire interaction between us today has been recorded!” Thomas jabbed. “I call this recipe, ‘finely chopped taxed tripe.’ If you don’t honor our agreement, then this delightful dish is going to become very popular in the Greek cookbook. Going international is also a good idea, who knows?” The Tax Collector laughed, “You got me you maggots!” and then admitted, still astonished, “There really exists a virgin prostitute!”.