Then we turned our attention back to our slut. Each of us grabbed a foot, spreading her legs shamelessly apart."You ready to get fucked," he asked her... teasingly."You want a cock shoved up that dripping hole," I added? She moaned, and nodded her head.The guy motioned for me to do it. I gave him a look, as if to say, "Really???" He nodded, so I stepped forward. In my entire life, I'd never fucked a woman from behind, but I'd always wanted to. My wife, of course, had other ideas. But now I was. Summer was coming up fast which means a lot of desperate teachers are in need for some extra cash and a few high school seniors in a similar situation before heading off to college or university.Or maybe he should go around asking random strangers to let him fuck them. After all with the right amount of money and the right target he could make a girl do anything if he wanted to.Of course there’s always his ex-girlfriends who thought that he was beneath them because he was not spoiled like they. The room was a riot of Bokhara carpets and cushions, hangings of silk and muslin, loops of chain and rope. At irregular intervals along the walls preserved heads hung by their hair. There were nameplates beneath them; Alexandra’s and Rosa’s heads were there and a beautiful blonde head in the centre of the facing wall was labelled “Elena”. She turned to Grigori to ask about this, but then remembered her place.“Lie here” he told her, indicating the great refectory table. It was lit by bleeding. Kohsoom didn’t let go of my hand. Almost immediately she had put my hand, palm down, onto her silky smooth thigh and pinned it in place with her near hand as she took a sip of her cocktail with the other.The barman drifted away too, leaving Kohsoom and I to get down to business. It was weird but her shyness actually made me braver. It was obvious that she was just as for-sale as all the other girls but her demur made me see her almost as an equal and I tried to get her comfortable by talking to.