I’d met her at the library shortly after my aunt died. She was the first real friend I’d had in a long time. We’d talked about everything…and ... mean EVERYTHING. She had always laughed and said what I needed was a good hard fucking…by someone who knew how to teach me. I sat back in the seat, completely flabbergasted. Amber was the one who’d talked me into going back to college. And she was the one who had told me about Lord Hillenbroke and arranged everything. Holy shit! She pimped me for them! . She shivered when he touched her nipple, but she said nothing.He rolled half on top of her and took the reddish nipple and the goose-bumpy aureole into his mouth in a very practiced way. She mewed her appreciation of his adoration.His left hand reached across to massage, also very lightly, her other breast and his right slipped down to the cleft of her labia. He didn’t invade her; he just let his hand kind of rotate over the surface of her still soaked in cum loins.He slipped down her and. “No underwear….mm” He spoke. He spanked me, giving much attention to the thickness of my skin. I yelped. His lips met my clit without hesitation. He held his tongue still between my legs while brushing his finger against my asshole. I cried in pleasure. “Lick me…” I demanded. He lowered his face deeper inside me, half slipping his finger in my asshole. William moaned, amazed and aroused at the taste and anticipation of my pussy. He turned me over and threw me vigorously against his bed. He. “Sure,” he said with excitement and started putting the lotion on my back. He was not rubbing the cream. He was caressing my back gently, squeezing my shoulders and sides of my belly, feeling my baby soft, warm skin with his fingers. “Lower back, too,” I said, slightly lowering my bikini bottom, exposing the crack of my butt. “OK,” Max said, rubbing the sunscreen on my lower leg and buttocks, squeezing my buttocks occasionally, and sliding his fingers in the crack of my butt. I loosened the.