It wasn’t a question that needed answering. The nipples that stood hard as pencil erasers and the juices running out of her cunt made it obvious.“...ou’re not just my Office Whore, are you? You’re my bedroom slut and my dungeon sex slave, aren’t you?” he asked as she nodded. “I’m going to leave your eyes uncovered. I want you to be able to look up at the mirror and see what I’m doing to you between your legs that you have spread open like a dirty little whore.”He hadn’t even touched her pussy and. Was there any reason NOT to rent a working girl for the night? Didn’t I just complain about not getting laid tonight because I had spent my time making money at the poker table? Now I could use that money to rectify the situation—plus, I could (within reasonable limits) order whatever sexual experience I wanted. That in itself intrigued me greatly. Now, normally I would have gone up to the redhead, because, well, redheads are my thing. But for some reason, I didn’t want to watch this cop haul. I fucked Morgan. How could I be mad at her for a couple kisses? Even if she was fucking this guy, I was still way worse. I made my way to Alyssa’s house so that we could talk it out some more. When I got there, Alyssa wasn’t home from her practice yet, but her mom said I could come in and wait. I went in the living room and sat on the couch, figuring Alyssa would be home soon. Her mom popped in and said “Why don’t you come sit in the kitchen for a minute so we can talk.” Okay, this is something. Terrified, Rick gets the hell out of there. While helping Vanessa on her feet, the rest of the fans cleared out. At that moment, Ray noticed a change in the modest Vanessa. She seemed to be yearning the sexual pleasure of a partner such as Ray. After several flirtatious minutes, Vanessa invited Ray to see some of her “cheer-leading”. With the help of the revealing cheerleader uniform and Vanessa’s flexible abilities, Raymond could feel an erotic tension rising. Suddenly, Vanessa said her next.