Different things cause different people stress; I do not cope well with ... well, young women who are not of voting age and not professional. As far a... I could see this one was jail-bait. Physical threats I can deal with; I can handle medical emergencies and such like as well as any layman, but I was pretty tense, so I was very short with her."I didn't ask what people called you, I asked your name," I growled.She stiffened. Is it possible to sit to attention? "My name..." she fumbled for a. "It's best if I fuck your pussy first Gloria so my cock will have lots of your juice on it. Makes it go in more smoothly. She appeared to be in awe of my knowledge for someone my age. Really I didn't much care if it hurt her or not, just trying to keep the customer happy. Besides that I was keeping score of how many cunts I had fucked. It amazed me that I got to do this and women were paying me to do it. I had over a hundred dollars already. I knew I had to come up with a reason for. . For some reason, I wanted to try it in second-person perspective. We'll all just have to see how it goes.You make your way to room inside a concrete bunker, having been checked,rechecked, searched, stripped, hosed and put into a hazmat suit. Youwait while a door slides open, letting you into a small chamber. Afterthe door behind you closes, the door in front of you opens, and you cansee into a room.In the middle of the room is a girl.She is naked, Lust personified. A wet dream come to. She sat down to pee. After all the orgasms she had had that morning the bladder was full.As she sat there she noticed the black and red striped panties Sophia had most probably worn for the night. She picked them up and brought them to her face. Yes, they smelled fresh and the scent of her sister sent shivers through her body. For some reason, she wouldn't be able to explain she used them to wipe herself and then brought them with her into the shower and used them to rub out yet another orgasm.