Throwing on my robe, I sit back on the bed, my back against the headboard. I feel empty, and suddenly very cold. “Patrick, we’ve talked about this... I want it, too. …just feel like I need to protect her.” His voice comes out tight. “Protect her from me?” “No!” I whisper emphatically, but my heart sinks when I admit the truth to myself, and then him. “Well, yes… kind of, but more along the lines of I don’t want her to get attached - to love you - until…” Patrick saves me from saying it out loud -. ” Jim smiled, ‘ She is a dirty slut. No fucking her cunt and arse are mine for now but you can have her for an hour for £50 and do anything but fuck her. “The driver smiled and handed over the cash and pulled Janet to his cab.“ Don’t mark her.” Shouted JimJaney was crying now and the driver laughed. “ I prefer my sluts crying.”He dragged her to the lorry. Before he got in he shoved Janey to her knees and opened his fly. His cock was a 9 inches and stank. She shook her head.He looked at her, “ I. He hurried over to the chair.I sat across him on the bed.He looked me up and down although I didn’t feel all that sexy in my gray jogging pants and black tank top and ponytail. I guess the cleavage was enough. He wanted to know my grades from the science class he saw me working on. And then, circling closer to what he wanted, he asked me about my financial situation.“I lost the job,” I said to him.“Oh, no, the caretaker one?” he said sympathetically but was grinning slightly.I nodded.“I’m. Jamal pulled me closer to him and held me tight as we slow danced through the song. I could feel my nipples growing harder against him as we swayed back and forth to the music. I began to feel his manhood pressing up against my lower belly as he held me even closer to him. I could smell his skin and his soft cologne. It seemed so right, so safe and inviting. I laid my head against his chest and let him lead me through the dance. He must have felt it also as his hand slipped down the small.