She heard a theatrical sigh from her lover before the faint sounds of his footfalls fell in behind her."Abigail?"The brunette looked up from her notes...to see a middle-aged woman standing in the entrance to the waiting room. It was 8:00, but already there were a good number of people milling about.Abigail stood with a smile. "Fran? It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand.The older woman smiled and grasped the proffered hand. "Likewise. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short. Once she was on the edge only centimetres from my helmet I pushed forward between her folds until my cock got squeezed as my helmet entered between her pussy walls. “God your tight” I said as I slowly fed my shaft inside her, her cunt walls gripping me all the way pushing my foreskin back all the way down until my groin bone ground into her body stopping my dick from going any further.Rachel's face was screwed up with her eyes closed and teeth gritted as she repeated over and over “OH MY GOD,. ." "I'm not gonna pay some guy to fuck me!" "Patience Juana, patience. Let me finish. Like I was saying, you will be the one paying somebody. But there's a twist." "No." "You haven't even let me finish. The twist is that you have to pay this stranger to come back to the limo with you, and let me videotape the two of you together." "No," Juana answered quickly. "I didn't finish yet. You have to come back with another woman; not a man, but a girl." "No way Kyle, I'm not a lesbian or anything like. And what could and should have been."What could I say? So I nodded and let her tell her story."I'd like to blame everything upon my fucked up mother and upbringing, but it was my decision to agree with everything she'd taught me. She married for the first time young, just in her early twenties and it was a terrible mistake she always regretted. They'd had me, but divorced not long afterwards. She married my stepfather, Earl Henderson years later when I was almost a teenager but the bad mistakes.