She must be a trafficking victim- no woman would freely choose to get beaten for a living. Even themore masochistic hookers or submissives don't sleep...with completestrangers unless there's pressure from somewhere.And here is her gangmaster pimping her out, just like a regularwhorehouse, but at the same time looking at her like he wants to breakthe neck of any man who lays a finger on her.One of those Moments of Truth comes to me.I know - I get it. He's sweet on her, isn't he? That fits. Josie decided she didn’t need to explain it all just yet, so she decided to change the subject. Holding out her hand, Josie said, ‘Hi, I’m Josie. And it isn’t my town.’ The man scowl grew even more severe as he stared at Josie’s hand. For several moments, she wasn’t sure if he was going to accept it or not. Then he reached out and shook her hand briefly. ‘I’m Jebediah.’ At a loss for words and not sure what to do next, Josie shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Jebediah seemed to. We chatted about this and that and Dwight said, “You are quite a partner,” looking at me. “Is there anything you won’t do?”“Poop, I don’t do poop,” was my reply.That was the end of that but he got a very funny smile on his face. Later I would find out what that was all about. I got up and found my robe. “I think I’ll head to my room,” I said. Dwight got up and said, “Why don’t we shower first?”“OK,” I said with a quizzical look which evoked a big smile from both of the guys.It was a nice large. I said yes I never had a girl help me.She said sofa per let jao and I stretched myself on the sofa. She removed her petti coat and now she was all nude and she came and held my cock. I moved my hand into her bush and I felt the wetness of her pussy my cock sprang back to life again. I was again high on my spirits.She gave me a small blow job again and I felt I was back with all my pressure. I pushed her on the sofa and I took the top position. She spread her legs and I was ready with my spear.