”“Well, I still have to pee, but if you want to swap, we’ll need to call Diane to figure out the plan.”I could tell when Diane woke up because...she stretched like a cat. A cat that pushed its butt even harder into my crotch and found my hard on. I worried that she’d pull back and I started to get ready to apologize when I felt her wriggle her butt directly against me. I’m not sure what was more distracting at the moment. Her satisfied groan, her butt squeezing my dick and apparently liking it,. I was lonely again but that was better than having to deal constantly with her. My non professional therapy wasn’t going to work. Love was not enough . I was going to be a surgeon, not a psychiatrist. I immersed myself in my studies and put Sharon out of mind, best I could. She continued to call me evenings complaining of her innumerable, interminable psychological problems and medical conditions that resisted diagnosis or treatment. She was no better. Her father blamed me for everything. He. Okay then, Bella, let me explain a little bit what has happened to you tonight. The man whose house you were at is a ‘social engineer' - he runs an escort service that puts young women together with men and women willing to pay for their attention. Do you understand? They are sometimes called pimps but that term has such negative connotations that I don't use the term."You were the central figure in an auction to sell your virginity to one of the buyers there tonight. We all meet at his house. She moaned as he slipped his tip inside of her. He kissed her neck as he sank more and more into her pussy. She started whimpering more and more as he kept sliding inside of her. She finally sanked all the way in as she moaned louder and louder. She began to ride him up and down moaning louder and louder. “God, fuck me! Fuck me harder!” she yelled as she kept riding.Jeff began to lift up as he started to drill into her pussy trying to go harder and deeper. She moaned louder as her pussy began.