We loved Mr. Jim, everyone did. Mr, Jim went back home to Panama to visit, he was gone for almost 2 weeks. When he returned home he came over with a b...sket of presents, and a box full of goodies for us. Mom and I were excited like c***dren at Christmas, as we opened our gifts. He even bought my mother some Rum to go in her bar. He gave me a gold necklace with my name LISA engraved on it. It was beautiful. I ran an kissed him on the cheek, and gave him a big hug. ' Thank you Mr. Jim" I said with. ” I shot back, rubbing my crotch again.“Carter. Please. Please don’t do this. Please don’t do this.” She begged.“I’m not doing anything. You on the other hand, are gonna get on your knees and suck my fucking cock. Hopefully you can get me to cum in your mouth. If not, I’ll be forced to pop off in your hot little pussy and send you home.” I grinned.“Carter, please! Please stop. I can’t do this!” She cried out again as I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her to her feet.“It’s up to you teach.. It was an unwritten rule, that, a whore NEVER kissed a John, but she had often been the one to initiate the smooching. She had never had a pimp, so she was on her own. She kept hoping that the right guy would find himself in bed with her, and take her away from this. She loved the sex, for the most part, but not the "WHAM, BAM, THANK YOU, MA'AM!" part. She had met a couple, okay, just one, REALLY, that had scared her, but he had been worried because she was in the back seat of his car, in a. She had her hands on my shoulders as she would go from kissing me to kissing and sucking on my neck. She was whispering to me how she liked what I was doing, urging me to go deeper , or faster and even told me not to stop . She had several small orgasms getting louder with each one until she pulled my hand away and sat down on the bed. “ I want you”she said as her hands started undoing my pants to get to my hard on gasping as it was released in front of her. “That's a nice one”she said as she.