She had always been true to herself in admitting that she was a cum-aholic, wanting, desiring and needing lots of white sticky spunk, in her mouth, he... cunt, her arse or even just plastered all over her skin. Although slightly ashamed to admit it she loved being called the cum slut or a cock crazy whore.Whilst calming down from her restricted sexual gratification, Charlady watched closely the actions of Tammy, hoping that master Ray would now dismiss her out of hand, but fearing to say anything. The class of people who called those numbers was a bit elevated, by comparison to those calling 911, but the result was the same.Emergency services came to a screeching halt for half an hour, in a city with ten million people in potential need of those services.Nobody actually cared that all the media outlets were swamped. Stories would be written for days about the event and it would be weeks before the crush of people, all claiming to have been driving the car that saved Chantal from a fate. ?I guess you could say it is my true calling,? slut replied, more comfortable now. ?I think it is what i was always meant to be. And so yes, i would have to say i enjoy it very much, and have been doing it full time for about three or four years now.? ?If you don’t mind my asking, does it pay well?? ?I want for nothing,? slut answered vaguely. ?All my needs are quite well provided for.? Then turning the conversation around, slut added, ?Have you seen my car?? She pointed over the fence. My hand began to slide up and down her thighs, right in the space where they came together. After a moment they parted slightly and I began to catch whiffs of her aroused odor in my nose.I kissed downward, licking and sucking my way over her stomach, paying particular attention to her navel, which I plunged my tongue into, making her squeal in ticklish delight. I continued downward, kissing her lower stomach, moving more slowly now, tasting the soft skin with both my tongue and my lips.When my.