. MY whore!"You like this, don't you? You like acting like a filthy street whore, don't you?" Oh God, Yessss... "Yes, you like being a whore. But now ...hose whore are you?" Yours, I'm your whore..." Say it! Whose whore are you?" I'M YOUR WHORE, JOHN! I'M YOUR WHORE!" That's right. You're my whore now. You're my cocksucking, filthy dirty whore. That's the price for room and board at this hotel!" "Ohh, John! Oh, please! Fuck me! Fuck your dirty whore's cunt! Pleease..."Making her admit that she. My body completely relaxed and was ready for some cuddling, but when I reached for her, she scooted out of the bed and disappeared.I must have fallen back to sleep, because I was awakened a couple of hours later, with my daughter jumping on to the bed and telling me breakfast would be ready in ten minutes. I got showered and dressed and headed downstairs, to give my wife a huge thank you hug and kiss for the special treatment.When I walked into the kitchen, my daughter was plating breakfast and. ‘Come in Bill, come through to the kitchen and I’ll make us a coffee’. ‘I wasn’t sure if you’d make it’. ‘Why’s that Beth’? ‘Oh I don’t know Bill I just wondered if you felt obliged to say yes when I invited you round’. ‘Beth it’s not every day I get an invitation to visit an attractive young lady in her own home … you look amazing by the way’. ‘Well thank you kind sir I thought I’d make an effort for the visit of an old friend. So you do get invitations to visit young ladies Bill, just not. Never too many beers, and forever rolling his eyes atMum with her 'just one more Martini'. Dad always doted on her, and she,slightly flighty and a bit of a party girl, always had time and a hugfor me.She'd been so proud when I got my job in the bank. Her first husband,Den, had always wanted to work in a bank and was attending night schoolto 'improve himself' when the accident happened. His employment leftMum with a good pension, and a payout that had meant she'd always beencomfortable. She.