She found herself looking right into his eyes. She sat down. He knelt at her feet, looking up at her he said, “Cross your legs, I’ll slip off the ...hoe.” She did. He slipped it off. Without being told to, she uncrossed and re-crossed the other way around. The image of Sharon Stone doing just that entered her head. She wondered if he had made that connection. If he had, he gave no indication of it. She had forgotten they were not alone. She watched him at her feet as if he were her lover. He. Then there was a ringing sound.BZZZ BZZZ"Ah they are here," Jerome smiled.He went over to the bed and picked up his cell phone. He smiled. He picked it up."Alright. I'll be down there," Jerome said.They have arrived, Daniella thought.The idea that 8 young kids going to eat off her body and partying on her was scary and demeaning and embarrassing and humiliating and degrading.A true living Hell.Jerome opened the flat door, left the flat and went downstairs to let his 7 friends in. Daniella heard. She would make me gag on her cock as it grew harder and harder. Occassionally she would pull out and have me suck on her balls. Then she would move up my face a little more and have me lick her ass. I really enjoyed tonguing her hole and hearing her moan in pleasure. As this was going on I couldn’t believe all the limits I was passing and enjoying every minute of it. She fucked my face for a while switching between her cock and ass, and she would reach back and give my dick some tugs as well. I can't believe I'm wearing this, herself answered. She stepped out of the elevator and took a long look in the mirror next to the elevator.The woman who looked back at her definitely looked like a hooker. From the open toed high heeled sandals to the black fishnet stockings that were exposed to mid thigh, to the short, tight black skirt and white tube top that just reached the waistband of the skirt, to the black sequined button less vest that framed the cleavage that the top showed, her.