"You're remarkably beautiful," Tracy responded."I wanted to look my best and not be dressed up," said Devi. She wore a white peasant blouse from Madri... showing a hint of cleavage and the red bra beneath from Berlin, the bare upper chest bearing the gold Star of David medallion Bess had bought as a joke in New York, but she wore proudly as did Bess who got one for herself, purplish jeans fitting snuggly from Paris, black Italian leather boots and jacket from Milan and ruby earrings matching the. “Please Daddy. Please use your little whore! Please fuck me Daddy!” I begged, igniting the part of me that told me to stop, trying to remind me that I hadn’t wanted this. He grinned and pulled me hips to the edge of the couch. He rubbed the head of his thick, hard cock over my lips, teasing me. “What was that little whore? What did you want?”“Please Daddy I want your cock!” I pleaded. “Please use my cunt! I’m your little whore Daddy!”“Yes you are- you are MY whore!” He said, pushing inside in. I pulled out and she got up on her hands and knees I moved back into place behind her and went back to fucking her. She told me to slow down not to cum yet because she wanted to cum with me. She started rubbing her clit with one hand while holding herself up with the other. I told her to hurry up because I was sure how long I was going to last and she told me she was not far off. She started moaning and pushing back into my cock harder and I knew she was getting closer so I began fucking her. ”“Great! Let’s go!” Heather was exuberant about the idea, and it took Lauren a moment to calm her down and explain that she would call and find some times and make an appointment.As it turned out, Lauren was able to make an appointment for Heather that Friday morning, so she arranged to take the day off and drove Heather to the clinic that morning. The gauntlet of pro-lifers was light that day, so they were able to get inside with minimal hassle, and by noon Heather was on her way home with a.