But she was on fire now and had to cum. So she took control. "Faster slut! Pick up the pace and pleasure me!" Now I had confided in her on several occ...sions that when my boyfriends had talked dirty to me, I got so turned on. She must have remembered those confidences because she turned them on me. And they had exactly the same effect coming from her. Having her take control and call me a slut really turned me on like never before! I began to really work on her sweet pussy, and in only moments. He was soaking wet and only gave Ben a brief salutation before storming upstairs and then screaming down after me to join him in his room. Knowing his short temper and arrogant attitude, I figured the weather plus some one giving him a bad drive set him off. I knocked on his door and entered and he walked past me and slammed it shut, locking it before pushing me towards the bed. He had already peeled off his shirt and stripped down his pants, using a tshirt he had on his desk to dry the excess. “Yeah,” Cheryl nodded. “Except stud boy here. Boys never lasted before him. I never got an orgasm before him, except self-created or with a woman. Eddie was the same before we sort of trained him. It why I’m willing to try some cute guy, whore or not. Maybe he knows what a girl needs like Joe does.”“But you have Joe.”“Do I? Do you? He’s a stud, Moira. He’s charming and he knows how to fuck. And he’s way too young to chain down.”“Don’t you think I realize that? But I can’t help it if I’m a one. .selling them? No chance."Shelley kept her eyes on the art pieces as Louise spoke, absorbing therefusal and considering a second strategy. She had been specificallytold by Rita Noble to 'make use of Louise', and to 'make her feelimportant', with money being no object."How about putting them on display in a more prominent venue?" Shelleyoffered. "Bullchester does have an art district, after all. It's in theCoin Quarter."Louise still looked skeptical. "I dunno, Miss Portnoy. I'm just one ofthe,.