"What the fuck are you doing?" Pam hissed after Mom had left the room. Laura just looked worried.I was very proud of myself. I didn't say a thing. Jus... stared them into silence.Mom came back and Pam dealt the cards. The hand was over quickly. Our rule was that if one person put all their chips into the pot, the others could call, and then everyone had to show their cards. Laura pushed all her chips in, and Pam and I called. Laura had two pair, Pam a pair of kings, and I had a full house."Fuck,". Streetwalkers on Fifth Avenue and Sixth Avenue and much of the Upper East Side were required to be fashionably dressed according to a dress code. Clothing could be form revealing but must be elegant and generally somewhat expensive. The females were required to wear long dresses and high heels, while male prostitutes must wear expensive tailored shirts and slacks. They could not advertise their profession in any overt way, other than by wearing a certain approved design of earrings. The client. "You need me so bad, don't you baby?" To feel me deep inside you. Your clenching cunt rippling against my throbbing cock thundering deep into your fiery wetness. Christ, the thought is eating you up and the ache you feel is so damn hot, isn't it? Breathless gasps and moans escape into the silence as our bodies brush and grind, the delicate saturated lace the merest of barriers between our animal desires. I feel the wetness of your panties against my shaft as we rut, the playful buck of your. Two of them erupted fully into my mouth, gagging and choking, discharging what seemed to be a quart of thick gooey cum. Unable to contain it all in my overfilled mouth, they smeared the leakage into my eyes, and all over my face. Somebody was slithering underneath me, as I felt the sensation in my nipples again as he bit them viciously before jamming his thick cock in my opened pussy. Another big thick cock began fucking my mouth deeply. He dipped his cock into a small jar of whiskey, and.