" I'm not sure I like the sound of 'Insecticide Technology'." They've got a web site. Look them up. Let's talk on Thursday or Friday about possibiliti...s for you." That's really good of you." I can't just throw you and Shirl on the street, can I?"Rob's truck was in the drive when I got home. I pulled in parallel to him so that Weena'd have no trouble when she got home."You phoned," I said."Yes, your young man was quite efficient. I wanted to ask you about a place called Kwinana." It's south of. ..''Piss off'Fucking love her. So fucking much.Lippy. A bit. For him.And then we find him. He's so fucking excited. I can't say I blame him. An old guy and his two.... daughters? Daughter and her friend? Daughter and her lezzy friend? Nothing odd. Not fucking much nothing odd...“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she says. I can't either. But we are. He gives us the dosh. Like the two whores we are. I tell him. We are his whores. I like being a whore. But I get paid in hurt not cash. So that. “OK, gorgeous, let’s do this.”David stared up at her protruding mound, taut six-pack, her tight rack compressed into a lace sports bra, and her smiling face looking down upon him, and knew he did not want to disappoint her. In his imagination, he told himself that if he got to twelve without straining, she would pull down those skimpy shorts and sit on his face. Adrenalin surged and he went through the reps. “That’s it, watch your breathing,” Jessica coached. David got to ten, “OK, let’s go. You'd take...it...out." She was struggling to talk as her insides contorted."Oh, c'mon, you can't say this doesn't feel good, can you? Your cunt is sopping wet. Surely you don't want to stop this now?" As I said 'this' I gave her a deep one, and she gasped air.I spun us around and had her hands go down on the bed. She was bent 90-degrees and I gave her a right slamming from behind. I could feel her breasts thumping up and down as they hung from her. She looked so fine undressed. I ran my hands.