"Hey, we should kiss," she whispered. I could feel my heart start to race. I had often fantasized about kissing her before, though, under slightly dif...erent circumstances. I turned my head toward her and gazed into her eyes. She was already smiling and it was a contagious one. I examined her face. Perfection it was in my eyes. Everything. Perfect eyes, the cutest nose, and her lips. Yes, indeed....her lips. Their demure appearance belittles her somewhat seductive nature. Features of both an. I had no income, no qualifications (except being darned good sexually!) and most importantly, very few inhibitions! I loved what I did! Earned a decent amount of money, and enjoyed ‘earning’ it! It wasn’t all ‘plain-sailing’… some of the punters ARE repulsive (luckily not many! ha ha), and some of them had ‘tastes’ which were pretty weird, even for me!! But by and large, it was all great. But now?…Things have changed! Sites like this, now regularly have video’s/pictures, of so called ‘amateur’. Both of her arms were completely filled with shopping bags.She apparently was enjoying her new day walking abilities to the fullest.It was hard to be annoyed at Kayla for long.“Like my hat?” She asked with a grin.My eyes moved up from her tight body to her head, which was covered in a straw cowboy hat.“Didn’t figure you to be a cowgirl.” I commented.“Yeah well, I thought it was cute.” She replied energetically.“It is cute.”Kayla dropped her hands, allowing all of her bags to slide off her arms. "Take my cock!" he demanded.I screamed, "Fuck me!"He kept going, pile driving my body against the bed. I wasn't bouncing my ass, he was."Jesus Frank, you're killing me," I said.He replied, "You love it, don't you slut?" Yes sir," I said."Tell me you love it!" he demanded. "I love it," I replied."Love what whore?" he said."You fucking me," I said.Frank grabbed my waist and picked me up. He stood up and put just my head and shoulders on the floor. Gravity must have taken over because his cock.