'Pete... Pete doesn't like it!' she shot back and looked at me, a touch defensively. 'Don't laugh!''But before Pe-,''Never!' she interrupted, firmly. ...Wow.' 'Anyway, what about you?' she demanded, eager to deflect the attention. 'What have you been missing?''Well,' I hesitated, my eyes wandering around the room and my right hand scratching at my face. 'I don't tell everyone this, but...I've always wanted someone to get me off between their tits.' My restless gaze settled on her eyes. I really. She was really going for it….his 9 inches of cock sliding deep into her pussy as she bounced up and down on it……some of the guys were sporting erections again and were wanking at the sight of the slut bouncing on his huge cock…..she was being covered in cum from all angles as they shot their cum on her……….she started to moan again as a second orgasm ripped through her body and the guy shot his cum in her pussy as she gyrated down on him.She lifted herself off of his cock and cum flooded out of. “Aww thank you Frank” she sighed giving me a peck on the cheek and went on her way and I am sure my eyes were burning a hole in her rear end, OMG she did have a fine arse.I continued with my project and by mid-morning all the panels were off and neatly stacked up ready for collection when the new panels are delivered tomorrow. My tee shirt was dripping with sweat so I took it off and decided to grab a refreshing cold beer and sat in my lounger looking at how big the gardens now looked, I was. ? ?Why doesn't she, you know, just stop ? I mean, why doesn't she just stopbeing a whore?? I wondered aloud. ?Mmm, another good question,? he shrugged. ?I don't know the answer to that.I don't even think Laura does.? Laura let a small moan escape. This was her life: To be Whore67 and nothingbut Whore67. Whether she was paid or not, whether she wanted to whore or not,it didn't make a jot of difference. The simple fact was that she was a whore,and I wasn't. I thrust her face back into my pussy..