I dint knew how to react or what to say, was standing there a minute. Just then sarala turned around and looked at me and came running hugging me.She ...ugged me tight and started to cry. She kept saying sorry again and again and kept saying what she has done is wrong. God will never forgive her for doing this. I consoled her and took her to room again and made her sit there and explained her what had happen. It was not her mistake but explained her that sex is necessity of body. To which she. How was I supposed to answer that? It was even more boring than I feared it would be. It was fun at first, as we began to drive, the car CD player at full blast, smiling at each other like a couple of newlyweds. But as the day wore on, it became harder and harder for me to pretend that I was having fun. Sylvia had dragged me from one ratty, dusty, musty store to another and she insisted on poring over every crummy, cheap-looking piece of furniture or artwork she could find. She loved getting. She’d never let a customer kiss her before. Then again, she’d never fucked for cash before, so, it didn’t really matter. She’s crossed over the bridge, she was now a full fledged prostitute…just another young Gulf Coast whore. She had little time to contemplate the depths to which she had sunk as he began fucking her. His fat cock filled her completely and he was a very adept lover. Lover? No, he was talented fuck, in spite of herself, she once again got into it. When she came after longer than. Adams. We’ll take good care of Mr. Welch so you’re free to go back to your room if you’d like.”After they left she said, “I can’t be alone in that room tonight David. Can I please stay here with you?”“Of course my dear. Get into bed and I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I said.I went to the bathroom to get ready and stripped down to my underwear before getting into bed. Mary had calmed down and was sobbing quietly so I took her in my arms and said, “There, there, Mary. Everything will be.