“How much money do you charge for Sweetness?” “Money! Money! There’s no fucking use for fucking money here. What you gonna do with it? Clean y...ur arse with it? No, all you’ll get is food, candles, clothes if you want them, that kind of thing. But with fucking Buttercup you’ll wipe up.” “Food, candles and clothes!” gasped Tracey. “That doesn’t sound like it’s fucking worth it!” “Well, what do you fucking expect, dearie?” Joy sneered. “Cigarettes, booze and televisions? There’s no fucking. As we were seated at the last table, it seemed like a good setting."Well this is all very mysterious" I said softly "I can't wait eat," I told him "I haven't had anything since breakfast." He agreed, commenting how he had heard the food here was fabulous. I asked after a few minutes when they might bring the menu. Dave told me there was no menu. My quizicle look caused him to continue, and he explained that they assess each person upon entry, and would prepare something special for that. Then I started feeling better and got some courage to talk with her. I just gave a smile. She asked what I like on her. I replied aunty I liked everything, your smile, your dressing and your beautiful body. She asked really, I nodded my head and said yes. She pulled me closer to her and hugged me. I was in heaven finally I got a chance to touch her body. She invited me to go inside her home and made me sat on the sofa.We were sitting on the sofa and she offered me some juice. My hands were. . oh!!!' she ejaculated - then spent in ecstasy, maddening me by the quiverings of her warm buttocks, between which my now rampant prick raged, held down!I did not remove my finger from Alice's cunt, but kept it in her while she spent, slightly agitating it from time to time, to accentuate her ecstasy. But, as soon as I considered her sexual orgasm had exhausted itself, I began again to frig her. Then an idea flashed through my brain: why should I not share her raptures? Carefully I watched for.