’ We sat and had a cup of coffee and talked. At one point she said, ‘I feel I must apologise to you, Mark, I told you to use my cunt to ease your ...rustration and that it wouldn’t really mean the same to me, but that was a lie! I wanted sex and Tina always told me about your sex life with her, what your cock was like and how good you were at making love to her, I wanted experience it for myself. So I deceived you, I have thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by you, is there any chance that we can. Irene, a stay-at-home mom who nonetheless had a college degree, spoke reasonable English. I was happy to find another translator in our midst.It was on Sundays that Wendy and I did most of our shopping. There was a small electronics shop down the street, and it was there that we made one of our first purchases. We pooled our money and bought a set of beginner-level instructional English CD's. This quickly became Wendy's preferred method of learning, and we later added intermediate and advanced. The pants now removed, he pulls down my underwear. I almost press his face to my flower. I’m eager for him. He parts my lips, blows and licks. My hip buckles from underneath his wanting tongue. He licks from slit to clit, like a child tasting his first ice cream. I find that my hands are in his hair again. I push his face more into my cunt. I rock my hips into his face. “Hmmmmmm.” I’m panting now. He continues to lick me, tasting me. He inserts 2 fingers deep inside me while continuing to tease. Just one thing, though, Beauty. No more selling your body. Absolutely not.”Tamara was pensive and was looking at her hands.“Beauty? Do you like what you do? Do you want to continue?”She looked up, meeting his eyes. “No. I hate it. But ... I don’t know who I am if I stop.”“You are Ben’s mother. You are Sophie’s sister. And, I hope, you will be my friend.”“Okay. Thank you. I need to talk to Sophie about this, but ... thank you.” She paused, then went on, “May I stay here tonight? I’ll need to.