He kneeled down behind her and untied his pants once again. Pulling her hips up, and spreading her legs slightly, he entered her from behind. "Oh yess...s, deeeeeper!", she moaned. He began to pump faster, staring at my breasts. I closed my eyes, succumbing to Phoebe's new found skill. I felt a new sensation. Phoebe was inserting one, then two of her fingers into my tight wet hole. Her tongue continued to work my clit. My muscles squeezed down on her fingers. Finally I began to reach the point of. When she knocked I answered the door and I was very excited with only a shirt on and was I a rush to see how she would react, she was smiling after seeing me stand there and asked if she was too early I said no . She came in and we talked in the kitchen with me facing her and looking at the book she came by with every so often I would lean over to look at the page and give her a good look in my shirt so she would see my cock. she didn’t miss a beat or a peek while she kept talking and turning. No, she’d never actually whored herself out, never accepted money from a total stranger for sex, but she’d come pretty close. If she hadn’t had waitressing experience and been able to pick up enough casual shifts to keep her head above water, she might have had no choice but to sell her body. She’d always set herself two limits, never to do anal, and never to do escort work and start on the slippery slide towards prostitution. She’d quickly added a third, not to EVER do hard drugs. They were. The easy course of action would be to say no more lets go back to our comfy uncluttered life but somewhere beneath the surface something had been awakened and we both weren’t entirely sure how to manage it.Inevitably it moved on I was home early and Rosie came in after me we were always pleased to see one another and did the usual greetings and how was your day stuff. I have to say that girl always looked good in a smart business blouse and skirt and the 3” heels really did something for her.