Don't you?" Tears begin streaming down her face again, faint whimpers escape from beneath my fingers. I jerk her head back harder, " Do you understand...Me?" I growl. she struggles against me to nod her head yes. I drop her head back into the pillow, gloating, " That's a good little whore." I release my weight just from her arms, crossing them at the wrists and raising them above her head and bind them to the head board. I straddle her legs between my knees. I lean into kiss her and she turns her. ... More.” I’m stretched on a rack of sensation, violent, intense, pushing me close, so close to orgasm my womb is rippling with it. So close but not yet. You push inside me, retreat, thrusting deeper with each impalement until I shake, shudder, so filled with you that I’m certain you penetrated my soul. ”There, baby.” You’re in me to the hilt, throbbing, hot, blistering me with passion and need. Lust is spinning through my dazed senses as I whimper, cry. ”Here we go, darling.” You kiss my lips. She contracted with the local hotels and after hours, used their industrial machines. In addition, she hired students at minimum wage plus a quarter to ensure that she could handle the additional clientele. Her margins were thirty percent profit or $3,000 a month, nine months a year or $27,000. The cleaning was targeted at 125 kids at $10 a week or $5,000 a month. Her profit was $2,000 for the nine months or $18,000 a year. That was $45,000 from the University of Florida alone. She visited. They talked, she asked questions about him and his personal life, and finally they ventured out to the college. They drove through it but as far as she was concerned she did not care about the college as much as she did about him and what he was into. At about 4:30, he headed back to Angela’s place. He was going to drop her off but she still wasn’t home. Becki didn’t mind. She loved being alone with him. He was only a few years older, he was cute in her opinion, and she thought maybe he was.