I was more than willing. Even for a slut like this. He’d pay me and give me money for the girl. She was not to know it was his idea. All he told her...was that we were old college buddies and she was to show us a good time. There was a knock at the flimsy wooden door. Greg went to the bathroom and quietly pulled the door almost closed. I walked across the seedy green carpet and opened the door. There stood a slim, young girl with long, straight brown hair. She was wearing a leather ultra mini. . the place oozed "money", in my estimation."So you guys really SHOWED..." she said gleefully. "Sorry to change the location at the last minute, but I remembered that this is the most comfortable, private place we could meet ... and ... talk some" she told us. "Carly, you've heard some of this, but how about I tell your man where I've been, what I've done, and what WE might be able to do ... fair enough??" Carly nodded and put her arm inside mine. "I'll be 16 in about three months ... I have. And again. And again. And all I can do is surrender myself to his deliberate actions. All I can do is take every inch of each powerful thrust and allow my body to feel each and every second of the raw ecstasy that’s running wildly through its veins. The flickering flames of the candles cast shadows against the beige walls, and I watch our entwined silhouettes moving in sync to a frantic, sexual rhythm—like that of passionate, devoted lovers. But that can't be further from the truth. We aren't. She put her foot in front of mymouth. I reached to kiss it, but before I got there she kicked my foreheadlightly and said, "You don't deserve my feet. Get up." I stood up. She had the key to my chastity belt in her hand. She took itoff, put a firm hand around my balls, and warned, "If I see that yourpathetic little dick has ejaculated when I get home, the chastity belt willgo back on and not come off for at least a few months. Now, go outside anddo your business before I tie you up." I began.