I wishI could subtract those two chapters out of this story, out of my mind,and my own personal memories. It can't be done. So live with it. This s...ory remains my property, and may not be posted on any otherwebsite or published without my written consent. Chapter One: A Strange MeetingTo say that I was nervous would have been an understatement. I thinkevery hair on the nap of my neck was standing on end. I was in panicseeing her standing there in front of me. I could only stare. I do not think he even made it to the fourth stroke before he exploded and then he came so hard I was afraid he was going to pass out. He stepped back and my cock was still hard and I wanted a second shot at Mrs Clark so I pushed into her now very cum filled pussy. Mrs. Clark's pussy was so filled with cum I could hardly feel anything. I started to bang away on her hard and fast. She was breathing hard and moaning. She reached down and started to play with her clit as I continued to thrust into. The Lady’s fingers slid firmly into the moist heat, parting Carla’s labia, exploring the inner folds and the pouting mouth within. As the French Maid held Carla tight, the lady frigged her with an unyielding motion, back and forth, back and forth, until the sensations overwhelmed her and she stiffened into her first climax of the evening. Carla was allowed no respite once the orgasm passed and she felt her sex invaded by the Lady’s probing thumb. She tried to ride the intrusion, but no sooner. Isn’t that so, darling.’ ‘I fuck all the time. To whoever’s willing to pay us food for it,’ Sweetness explained. ‘Are you going to give us food for sex? I’m about ready for a fuck.’ Sweetness was a slim, in fact emaciated girl, with long, terribly matted, black hair which reached to her waist. Like everyone else though she was totally naked. ‘Not tonight, Sweetness,’ Joy explained. ‘It’s these girls who are going to give me pleasure today.’ In fact it was more Buttercup than Sharon or Tracey.