"Yeah baby! Fill me up!" she said.Five minutes later, he left.Mom came into my room. Completely naked and with hand prints all over her tits and belly...she sauntered in and threw a few 20s on the table."That's what I made in 10 minutes. What did you do except masturbating to your mother's fuck session?" she taunted me."You just whored your body, you fucking cunt. At least I don't do that." Oh yeah! No you are not a whore. You are not good enough to be a whore. You are only worth the money your. I want you to enjoy the fruits of your labours as you would want, and will not contact you again, after the time is up, unless you wish it.? All three nodded, and the mother started to introduce her daughters. ?I do not want to know your names?, I interrupted, ?to me you will all be known as slut, and if I wish to differentiate between you, then slut 1, slut 2, and slut 3?. I will make arrangements with your solicitor to pay off your debts with an interest free loan, repayable in say four. And that was the problem. The letter had brought my past back to me, and I was terrified of how Ami would take it.The walk did not help me calm down, but it did remind me that I should try to remain positive. It worked somewhat and when I finally arrived at Ami's apartment I spent my time sitting on the bench remembering the closeness I shared with the woman and the joy in her eyes every time I walked into the bar. The memories kept me warm and I had a slight smile on my face when Ami showed up. We will have to add it to our collection” As much fun as it was to lick your pussy while Wendy was enthusiastically sucking my cock I needed to feel my cock in a cunt – preferably yours. As much fun as all this fucking was what I was really beginning to crave was you! Not just because you had the tightest cunt, best feeling pussy because you did or the most skill, because you had that too, but because despite the intense physical pleasure with all these other girls, between you and I it was.