“Thanks.” I climbed in, thinking I was taking a risk. But what did I have to lose?We chatted until he asked if I minded some music. Minded? Depend...d on what it was. Classic FM. I love classical music. Most music, to be honest, but classical is my joy. In a just world, music would have been my life. But now? As a prostitute, if hopefully an ex-prostitute – and possibly pregnant, too – that was probably a dead dream.“Are you hungry?” His voice – a mellow baritone – pierced my reverie.“I’m okay.”. Again he was out of his element. She was acting like nothing odd had happened, which, of course, was ridiculous. His whole world had changed radically. Something he had thought would never happen to him even once, had taken place twice within the last eight or nine hours. The woman it had happened with was treating him as if it had simply been a pleasant interlude, instead of the relative earthquake it had been. As he thought about it, he was amazed he hadn’t had an episode.It was that fact -. Her face away from him, right above his groin. She shivered, her hands holding his shaft at the bottom to make it go upright. She feels his warm soft lips touching her pussy, making her cry out. She opens her mouth and lunges on his man pole. Now that is what they call, no turning back; they had crossed every barrier, not a bit of shame, not an iota of disgrace or dishonor. Nadir had a beautiful, uncut, big cock. It was all hers for taking any time; she knew. Sana did; like any wise, sane woman. Judith nervously and awkwardly strode back and forth in her new clothes, actually rather liking the image she saw of herself. Superslut was poised and ready to spring into action. Her arms were bare, her midriff was bare, and her legs were bare from the ankles to very nearly the top of the thigh. If her mother could see her now… Or any of the Exeter Kingdom Hall… Or any Jehovah’s Witness… “I don’t think anyone would recognise you,” commented Kulthoom, unconsciously echoing Judith’s thoughts..