I hoped she’d be a real slut. Strippers and whores can never be faithful. It’s out of character for them. I was still trying to figure out what ...he was. She wasn't just some sweet girl. Dad didn't like good girls. My father liked sluts.“Let’s go inside. I want to lick some pussy now.”The girls stood up and kissed each other. I think they were bi-girls. I liked watching them kiss each other. They followed me in the house and Penelope pretended like she was cleaning the kitchen. She. As far as I knew, everything was normal. Bouncing all over the country for work was the norm, not the exception. I mean I was the childless, single one. Who else where they going to send bouncing across country at a moment’s notice? When I went to check in to my room, I should’ve known something was fishy, when I had to use my own credit card as a second payment option, just in case. The next day I started work, just like so many other jobs. I knew going in it was a long winded project and. “Fuck me.” She urged.“I fuckin’ am.” Trevor grunted sardonically, but increased his efforts nonetheless, slamming against her harder as she gripped the rail for dear life, her knees shaking.Tegan looked over to her audience again and was a little surprised to see they’d decided to move on and not stuck around for the conclusion.“Gonna cum.” Trevor announced.“Uh huh.” Tegan acknowledged, as he own exhausted body quivered with yet another release.With one last groan Trevor moved his hand from her. She said, “yeah remove them as well”. Now she was stark nude. Totally a goddess. I then didn’t bother to cover with the towel and so, I started to massage her.She was responding so well. I was touching her pussy just enough to give her a sensation but not lingering there like long enough. She was moaning with ecstasy. She then held my hand and then guided it to her pussy. I just touched it and the told her to turn over so that I can massage her front body. She was a bit disappointed at first.