Jenny was standing, naked, in the center of the room. The rest of the people were becoming preoccupied with other things. Her husband was glaring at h...r. He seemed to think she was a common whore to do what she did. Jenny was helpless to correct his perception.Omar led Jenny to the front window of the whorehouse. It was about ten feet wide and built like a commercial display window. It had a high wooden bar stool on one side, and a five foot long love seat, or small couch in the center.Omar. I've had enough of it. I told you many months agothat you should tell me if you got excited. You never did." I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl."She hated it when he said that. He was a boy - but he played at being agirly maid. She disapproved. Chuck could tell. He was good at 'reading'people.It pained him that she would not punish him anymore.At home he thought it over the next evening.He had already paid Donna what he had borrowed to buy the corset. Soworries about his economy did not influence. I moaned again. I feel him grab a handful of hair and yank my head back. He pushes his dick all the way in stretching my sore pussy. He pumped so hard. His cock was throbbing. I couldn't take any more. My pussy started contracting milking his dick “IM CUUUUUMMMMIIINNGGG UGHHMMMMMMMMM’ my body spasmed with the most intense orgasm. He fucked even harder. With his body hunched over my back he wrapped his hand over my mouth. A voice I could never forget… “I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP” His. "Thank God," she said. "I thought after the fiasco in Greece that you'd decided to find another contact or give up on helping the authorities, period." My problem wasn't with you, but with your boss, and I need to apologize to him through you. I threatened him, and that was unconscionable. I was at a bad point in my life, and the loss of innocent lives that could have been avoided tipped the scale and let my vitriol roll out. I'm sorry." Apology accepted, but you don't owe my boss an apology. I.