"What is wrong? Have you never heard a woman admit to being a whore? Most, if not all women are whores deep down inside of them, if they are brave eno...gh to admit it." The men were even more shocked at this last statement. Misti smiled at them and told them, "I have been watching you both look at me ever since you got here, and wishing I would let you fuck me. Guess what? I am going to give you both all the pussy you want, and I am going to let you both cum inside me every time. You can fuck me. He was dirty, but didn't look as filthy like most of the men I'd had in the past. As he came down the line and stood in front of me, I said quietly, "My name is Margaret. How would you like to come home with me this afternoon?" To my surprise he smiled at me (no missing teeth.) and said, "Hi Margaret, my name is Hal and I'd like that a lot." Looking around nervously, hoping that no one was noticing this little conversation, I whispered, "Then wait for me in the park, when I'm done here I'll. I brought the wards back up to full strength, before we turned around and headed back to the house.“Weren’t you a bit hard on them?” Josh asked, as we walked back.“They have been coming here for who knows how many years and stealing herbs. They could have started growing them at any point during that time. They didn’t. They would rather take them from someone else.“If they had asked, I would probably have allowed them to continue picking herbs, but they didn’t, and I’m not about to allow anyone. I got a really good response for the Part 7. All of you enjoyed well. And some of my friends asked whether it is a real incident? Yes. It is a real incident and I added some spice in it.Now moving to the story, I moved towards the rose petal lips in between her legs, my birth place. I cannot express the smell in words. It is not a urine smell. It is not a bad smell or good smell. It is something different. Something which I never gone through in my life. Really seductive. The smell pulled my.