The small finger she would push into his ass just a little and the back out matching the motion she was doing with her lips on his cock. She stopped s...cking on the dick and moved her mouth to his balls. Sucking, and kissing, them as she continued the movement on Toms ass. She could hear him moaning and could feel the way his body was tensing up, she knew he was almost to cum. She stopped, lying back against the tub, she pulled Tom towards her. Tom placed his hands on the tub wall, while facing. Jay had told me to be ready for a bit of schoolroom stuff that afternoon before a quiet dinner for two at 7. I went downstairs and found Jay with a tall man in the sitting room. I sat and my training began. The first session was my target but more of that later. Dinner was served by a drab Scottish lady with her hair tied in a tight grey bun and ho wore woolen stockings and a tweed skirt. She barely spoke. When she had gone I felt Jay’s hand cover mine. I looked up into her eyes. ‘Helen will. I was still tender but I took him, my sex felt like it was swallowing him. I started panting. James had his eyes half closed, watching me. He liked to do that. Oh, he felt good! I could feel his balls slap gently on my sore bottom. My fingers rubbed my nipples and I pinched them as hard as I could stand it. I lifted my hips a bit to give him better access and his breathing changed. I wanted him to cum inside me, right then and there. James took one of my hands and moved it to my clit. It was. But a slut that demands payment for it, raises herself a little above the level of a common trashy slut and deserves the right to call herself a whore, which is at least an honest profession, even if not one that is always accepted by polite society. So I guess you're right. You're not really a whore yet, and I won't call you one anymore until you start getting paid for being a slut. But until you do I just don't know if I can look at you anymore and not see a slut."I looked at Lydia when I.