The giggling group of security bimbos guided Cordelia towards it.Cordy bit down hard on her lower lip. She refused to open her mouth, even if it was n...w in direct contact with the lips of Cunt's pussy."She, like, isn't very good at eating pussy," Cunt complained. "I'll have to show her how it's done."With that, Cunt had two of her security bimbos hold Cordelia down on a pile of pillows. She sank down onto her knees and pushed Cordelia's legs apart. She wedged herself in between them. Cordelia. We met in a very formal way and I complimented her. During out meeting, we decided to meet at my place when my mother wasn’t in town. We also decided to text each other like we are in a relationship so that we feel very comfortable with each other. She also said that she would purchase the condoms of her choice because she didn’t like all types of condoms.The day finally arrived and I picked her from the bus stop and bought her home. We sat for a while and then went into the bedroom. She was. Abbie is disappointed, to say the least, and wonders what Tim has to do that he can’t just come over right from work. She tries to hide her regret as she replies she will look forward to seeing him then.Abbie catches the bus home and is thrilled to see Tim get on at his stop. He comes to sit by her giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. Damn, Abbie wants to full-throat him with a kiss for him to know how much she wants him.As the ride goes on, Tim hands Abbie a printed page of something. "I was normal, I had life all figured out," she blubbered, tears fell full force down her flushed cheeks."You were a prostitute," I said nastily, "That's hardly having life figured out." But it was my life," she shrieked, "I climbed my way up from the gutter as an orphan. And I worked for years as a scullery maid til one man offered me ten silver for a night with me. The money was so good that the next day I tried to get into all the brothels in Paris." she was sobbing again, the anger had left.