I've been craving more. I need a real woman, with hair to tug while she eats me out, and an ass to slap while I shove my fingers inside her. I want th... moaning, I want the screaming. Oh god, I need my vibrator again.But damn it, it's been far too long since I've had a real woman's touch. And I swear to god this weekend I'm going to do it. I've got plenty of time, and there's plenty of juicy pussies in this town. But just how am I going to do it?Well let me back up. Sorry, I got a little carried. " Jared said, kidding her.Meaghan looked both ways as if to see who might be listening."Well, to be frank, the last time you fucked me silly I spent the day in orgasm hangover wondering HOW I could have ever let you go in the first place. I loved you soooo much, and I don't doubt you felt the same way. We both felt betrayed. And now something like 15 years later we pick up and it seems nothing has changed. It was 6 years after we broke up when I got married and when you came alone with the guys. By the time we were due to return to Madrid as the summer season drew to a close, the life of an upper-class whore was, I suppose, starting to pall. Because, dress it up whatever way they could, call us ‘escorts’ if they liked, that’s exactly what we were – it’s just that we didn’t have to stand on street-corners like the poor kids out there on the Avenida Castellana. Things went quiet after the summer season for a while, and when Tina dropped in from her flat nearby one day, and suggested that. .” the compare asked the next question.Twenty seconds!“Correct. Who are...”Ten seconds!Marianne's legs were aching and her heart was pounding, almost holding her breath for the whole time.Two seconds!“Correct!”There were no more questions. The game was over and she and Chloe were going home empty handed!For some strange reason, although she had not won, Marianne was elated.For the first time in her life, she had done something for herself and came within just two seconds from success, so she.