To control her moans she was smooching wildly. I opened her jeans button and slid my hands into panty. I was rubbing her cunt with one hand and pressi...g her boob with other. She reached her climax soon and ejaculated. She was not satisfied and asked for more. I reached down sat on my knees and slid her jeans and panty down. I started licking and fingering her pussy, she was unable to control and biting her lips. I got up and smooched her again and she placed her hands on my jeans and started. Her name was not important, her profession was not important, the only thing at that moment that mattered is that for years she had searched for a Dominant who would understand her, not judge her, or perhaps it was just one that would dare to show an interest in her...and that person she had found purely by chance. One day while browsing the internet she had come across a simple profile advertising a Dominant looking for a local play partner, someone who had been interested in learning and. After landing and walking through the airport doors I was greeted by my older brother, Kyle, who threw his arms around me to welcome me home. I remembered thinking how strong his arms felt and that he must have still been working out in the gym a lot. He was just over 6ft, with light brown short cropped hair, broad shoulders, a much defined 6 pack and an eight inch, thick, cut cock. Throwing my kit back into the back of the pick up we started the hour long journey home, my brother Kyle. "How did he know I wasn't one of them?" she asked after bit. She seemed to relax. "I spread myself for him." I don't know," I told her, "but the lieutenant's been with a lot of prostitutes. He would know I think." It was embarrassing. Letting men poke me. Lor'." Your first time?" I asked.She nodded. "They raped me, of course, four or five of them, before they sent me out with that bunch. But lying there on that cot, hearing all that grunting and moaning, well, that was different." Whores are.