“Well, you’ll have to wait for it then” he frowned. “How much?” “For you... two hundred” I answered. Twice my normal charge. Greasy boy ...apped it up. With a wink he fished the money out of his discarded trousers and tried to tuck it seductively into my only remaining item of clothing, my hitched up miniskirt. However he managed to drop three twenties onto the floor, and I had to stifle a laugh as he bent to retrieve them. He must have heard the slight giggle that escaped though, as he scowled,. ‘Whatever I want?’ he said to me. ‘Yes’ I whispered back a my mind raced in sexual excitement about what he had in mind. He leaned forward and pushed his fingers deep inside me but as he did, he did something he has never done before – I felt his tongue meet my tight little arsehole – forcing it apart as he stuck it inside me – my knees buckled and he had to hold me up as he explored my virgin arse with is tongue – I was in heaven as he pushed his fingers in and out of me, rubbed my swollen. Her outfits scandalized Sam many times until at last Sam learned to just shake her head and look the other way. What was really disturbing to Sam though was when she caught herself peeking at Amy occasionally. She would look away then in self-disgust and turn beet red.The days turned into weeks and each Friday, Amy would leave. Each time she wore the long coat and Sam would be sure that she was in bed with her door closed long before Amy came home. They never spoke of Amy's Friday nights. Sam. The house was utterly magnificent, but there was something missing. Although everything was well-tended, it was as if the owner had suddenly lost interest in everything after having previously been interested in the tiniest details. It certainly looks like Josh got that one right, she thought. With Sasha by her side, she rang the door bell and waited nervously.When it was opened by a tall, good looking man, Kris’s heart rolled over. At that instant she wanted to take him in her arms. He’s the.