She was most direct and scrupulously honest in both her verbal communications and her external attitudes with both friends and acquaintances. Sometime... deep inside her sheltered core, she was conflicted because of her shattered persona that constantly pulled her back and forth between the comforting light and the excitement of dark hidden desires left frustratingly unspoken.A good example of one of her weaknesses was the way in which she had allowed the delivery postman to use a rather heavy. I could feel my orgasm building again as he pounded away at my cunt and after no more than a minute or so I was right on the edge. I quickly slipped my forefinger up his arsehole which set him off no end, and he bucked and moaned and pumped his seed deep into my fanny. I’d locked my legs around his back and thrust my cunt against his pubis and had a phenomenal orgasm with my whole body trembling and my vaginal muscles in convulsions, trying to squeeze his spurting length from my body using my. Could they really be friends? I dismissed the idea—he was paying her."Friends. So that's what they call it these days?" I asked.She raised her eyebrows. "What would you call it?" An 'exchange of services' if I'm being polite. 'Spending time with a hooker' if I'm not."She stared at me, unfazed by my verbal dart, and then chuckled, low and throaty.My eyes narrowed. "What's so funny?" You. You're what, twenty-two?" Twenty-three. And what of it?"She nodded. "You must be the new intern that started. “Of course, you wouldn’t want to burn that perfect body” she giggled and handed me a bottle. “Put some on my back please.””Mmmmm, that feels nice. You have great hands” she told me. I was quickly losing my cool as I felt my cock begin to harden again as I rubbed the oil into her skin. “Do my legs too” she said and reached behind her, pulling the blue and white striped material of her bikini bottoms into the crack of her ass. I was so turned on and lost in the moment, I didn’t even notice or.