“I was sharing cum with you,” she moaned.“We're tribbing,” panted Pita.“I got carried away licking up your cum and, besides, it excited Jenn... whose amazing cock is now pounding my asshole. So this is purely straight sex.”“If you say so,” groaned Pita. “I really don't care right now. Not with your clit massaging me. Oh, my god, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum so hard.”“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, pumping away at Wendy's asshole. “Cum on each other's pussies. Drench each other in cunt. Should I allow my body and spirit to go their separate ways? The body goes into the oven of course, no burial for me. Why make my relatives pay for a two thousand dollar box for worm fodder? I’d want my ashes to be scattered somewhere nice though. A river. Some place where the air is sweet and you can’t see any buildings through the trees. I want someone to pour a bottle of wine into the water, too, a final send-off as the last earthly bits of me slip downriver to the ocean. Now, as to what. She enjoyed the sexual attention of young boys, transsexuals, pregnant women, all sorts. In many cases, she got a privileged view of the prostitutes’ homes which were often rather less well appointed than that of the oriental girl with the raincoat. Sometimes they were filthy squats and the sex took place on soiled mattresses lying on bare and filthy floorboards with the sound of echoing conversation coming from other empty rooms. Sometimes they were in tool-sheds, made to look like bedrooms. "Into the bedroom, it is time for me to take your last virginity."Apprehension at that statement warred with my desire to pleasure him, but surprisingly my strongest feelings were of anticipation and excitement. I felt on an instinctive level that submitting to him in this way; letting him take my ass, would forever bind me to him. And I so wanted that. I was afraid that it would hurt, but I wanted to be claimed by him."Oh yes please, Master"He began to withdraw himself from me and my cunt.