Her Nana told her that her grandmother had passed it on to her, so it was pretty old.She got to keep half of the money from the phone sessions and at ...2.00 a minute it added up fast with a few calls of a longer duration. Of course, the first 3 minutes were free and there were a number of freaks who made it policy to talk for only 3 minutes and hang up abruptly. Isabella got real good at stopping that from happening because she could read the needs of her clients pretty good in less than 3. She couldn't get enough of my cock, and I couldn't stop giving it to her if I tried. I grabbed her by the hair, tilted her head back, and spat on her face. With that I moved down her body until I was between her legs. I put my face in front of her pussy, but I didn't touch it. I just let her feel my breath on her skin. Without warning, I flipped her over onto her stomach, parted her ass checks, and thrust my tongue into her asshole. She let out a huge moan, and pushed her ass back into my face.. "Who's there? Who are you, and what's your business?" The challenge rang out from behind a large boulder."Shantar of the High Hills. I'm alone, and looking for a safe place to spend the night." Alone, are you? At least, you don't look like one of the ragged field rats who've been dogging our heels for most of this trip." The sentry raised his voice in a shout. "Balik! Here's a stranger who wants a place to bed down for the night."Shantar followed the answering voice to where a goodˇ sized tent. It looked interesting but I decided to keep going and was glad I did.I was there during the early evening on a week day so it wasn't too crowded. I imaging the weekend at night would be peak time. Most of the doors on L4 were closed but the tgirl's name was usually on the door and sometimes pics. One room that was open had a great looking tgirl inside, after a quick chat I found out her name was Fiorella. Her English was good and I found out it was 100 Euro for FS. She asked me what I liked and.