His hands roaming my body caressing every inch of every curve through my thin chemise with the gentlest of touches, but sometimes his appetite gets th... best of him and his touch relays the urgency he feels. I finally manage to get my hands under his t-shirt. Running my hands over his stomach, his chest, his back, pushing up his shirt as I go. With it out of the way, my mouth can do some exploring of its own. I pull him down beside me and begin to take control. I can feel the rough stubble on. Still it qualifies me as a Whore. Yes i am the Queen of WhoresWhat's this got to do with the story title. Well nothing. Just giving an intro and a hard on to the reader. if you don't have one yet you need to get tested or keep looking at the Picture. So do you have the hard on ? good a good story should be Interactive if not well than let me help you. Look at the PictureLook at the Slut's skinny figure with a great flow, Cum like skin, the supple round breasts with large plush nipples, fit abs. He seemed enormous to my tiny five foot one stature. He was at least six eight, if not nine. He was incredibly buff. Muscles bulged from under his tight tee-shirt. I wasn't small framed, my shoulders barely made up half of his torso. I looked up. "Hi,"I said nervously, feeling my self blush. "Hello," he said, his voice deep. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. Come on in." As I stepped in he whistled. "Dayum, look at you." I felt his arm on my hip and involuntarily flinched. He removed his hand. The wedding is only five days from now. I took far too long in deciding that I wanted you there to share our happy day with us." I appreciate your confidence, and I certainly would like to attend." We understand that all leaders sometimes must deal with politics," Ginny added, "and that there may be others among the Rhel who perhaps should be included in the invitation." I see you are as wise as you are beautiful, Ginny. This is true." Lev said with a sigh. "There are others I would do well to.