“Let’s go there now!” she said. “Um, sure!” I replied. “I’m going to throw some clothes on be right back,” she said. Two minutes later...she was ready, wearing sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt. We got in my car and drove there in silence most of the way. We pulled in the parking lot and got out of the car. There were several other cars there. We went inside and walked past the counter to the curtain, me leading the way. There was a guy in a chair behind it. “$20 a head,” he curtly explained. I. ..tell him...tell him you want him to let you be the whore you were born to be...tell him you want him to let you fuck more strangers like a good whore...tell him!" "Oh God, hubby. I'm so wet. I love being used like a whore. I need you to let me be a whore, hubby. I need you to let more strangers fuck me. I need more cock," she said in stochastic rhythms and grunts as Tony fucked her from behind while he reached around and rubbed her clit between his manly fingers. "Mmmmm...that's a good. Almostimmediately Don asked again, this time kissing the toes of Mandy'sslippered feet as he did. As the cramping got worse, Don became moredesperate, pleading more intently and kissing them more vigorously.Finally, when he convinced her he could hold it no longer, Mandy allowedhim his relief. Then she repeated the exercise two more times leavinghis ass very sensitive.While Don was on the toilet, Mandy left for a moment. She returned withthe front of her nightgown sticking out like a tent. . It seemed that Kayla was just as good at keeping her love of pot a secret as well.Kayla is at the age now where I can’t tell her what to do. Twenty-one and old enough to drink, vote, and… dare I say… fuck anyone she wants. I wasn’t going to give her the drugs are bad speech. I mean she just found my pipe. Besides she’s a smart kid with a good attitude and a good grasp of life.She packed a little in my pipe and lit it up. We both took nice long hits. The buzz instantly hit me. My mouth went dry.