She looked into my eyes and kissed me, asking what I was thinking of. I didn’t know what to say, so I told her the truth. I had pictured Mike’s co...k in her. She just gave a slight grin. She got onto her knees and said she wanted me to stroke my cock for her. As I started to stoke, she asked me to tell her what I liked about Mike fucking her. As I began to speak, she took my cock with one hand and put it up to her lips. I told her more, and she began to take the length of my cock all the way. .Nooooooo?Noooooo?.you bitch?.you bitch!!??OH BAD?Mitsi?Very Bad Mitsi.? The girls on either side of Mitsi began to whimper?they knew an angry Madame Jemma was not a good thing for anybody in range.Madame Jemma calmly reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of pliers. Summarily she held down Mitsie's right hand grabbed hold of the fingernail on her index finger and ripped it cleanly off the finger. Mitsi went wild. She howled and screamed for what seemed like several minutes. Finally she. On the other hand Darlie seemed to be completely new at this. To my surprise our initial sex proved to be seamless and exciting. There was no question in my mind that the young woman had been around the block as far as carnal proficiency was concerned. I found her to be the epitome of erotic coziness. Darlie, resolved to act as if this was an entirely new experience, let Wilma take control as she had before. She would play her role as submissive and do what the skillful prostitute demanded.. Reclined in her seat, elbow on the door, pleased with herself.“Me? No, far from it. Do you?”“Non.”I liked how suddenly she answered, “You never fail to surprise me.”“Pourquoi?” “Why? I made some wrong assumptions about you.”“Assumptions?” she paused. “Why assumptions? We both know something of our past.”She giggled, straight to the point, and I mumbled my agreement. I brought the car to a halt for traffic. “English, do you think about it?”“About what?”“The past?”Looking over, her.