Not that much time left, I'm afraid."I was stunned. I sat with my mouth hanging open, staring at her. I finally told her that I'd guessed that she was...in her early 20’s, and that I found her extremely attractive, both as a person, and physically. This changed the direction of our conversation."You aren't just saying that?"At this point I couldn't help myself and I scanned her slowly from head to toe. When I came back to her face, she was looking at me intently. "Robbie, I really mean it. You. Please make me a better slut for you,? Pet pleaded.Ahh, there is nearly nothing that drives the fundamental core of my energy like the delicious way my Pet begs me to, well, to do anything to him. There is nothing desperate or shameful about begging, not with Pet, as far as I’m concerned. Rather, it is more of a signal, a way Pet communicates that he is approaching that most malleable line. And I thrive on being the one to nudge him right over that line.?You are such a beautiful slut,? I. I then proceeded to pick up my pace as she moaned to the rhythm of my probing. I was going as hard as I could as she grabbed at the sheets and squirmed. I could feel myself close to orgasm and pulled out. I told her to get in doggy for me. She flipped over quickly and exposed her magnificent ass. I spread her cheeks and took in the mesmerizing view. I then moved in close behind her and slid back into her. I felt her spread wide as she gripped my shaft tightly. I grabbed her hips and slammed. The smile left his face and her looked grim. "I'll stop it when you tell me where your father is bitch!" Don't you see, I don't know!" Lola replied angrily. "What difference does it make anyway?" He doesn't have any money and I'm the professional here."Marcus looked down at Lola's bruised and battered face and laughed. Well, in the first place bitch..." Suddenly Steve's fist came down and caught her behind the ear. He had come over quietly while Lola was talking. Lola fell forward again and.