Give her a real taste of what it's like to be a, as you put it, 'a real down and dirty whore' for six months or more. Then see how committed she is to...being a whore, and if she still wants in to join us to be a whore, then I would be happy for her to join our enterprise. If her head is right, then she will make a great whore because she has the perfect body with her big, firm tits, slim waist, luscious cunt, and long trim legs."Then Carolyn spoke up and said,"Well I think Ingrid has spoken for. It’s almost like he knew I wanted it , and instead of kissing me, he spat in my face, slapped the side of my head and chuckled. “i’m gonna own that ass now boy. You ready for this cock?”. “Yes sir, give me that cock” I begged. He turned me round to face the wall, held one hand on the back of my neck and pulled my shorts down with the other. They fell off easily, leaving my bare ass exposed. I felt a finger probing at my hole. I’d already lubed up ready as he’d requested before we met. His. I think that’s how and why I ended up with his big toe in my pussy the other night. I love that spontaneous kind of weirdest. And I would have loved some of that last night but my saucy teaser boy was busy working. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so. . .’ he stopped her. His voice was gentle and the look in his eyes hypnotic. ‘Not now. I know we need to talk . . . but . . .’ Marissa wanted to cry out or slap him or something. She was falling for him. A part of her wanted to know if he was worth it. If his unspoken promises would be delivered. If he felt the same way. She needed to hear the words. Yet, the other part of her knew that he would catch her. He had treated her too well and his actions spoke louder than any words that could come.