..Cum for me... cum for us.. tell us when you cumand I did... the thought of being watched sent me over the edge... I pressed the vibrator hard agains... my clit... my body tightened and I came hard leaving a wet sticky puddle on the chair.He wants to see your pussy getting fucked, get some thing and fuck your pussy for us.With what?Your hair brush...I did as I was told. I went and found my hair brush and then settled back into the chair.Good girl... now spread your legs wide for us. Slide the. "Okay," she said. The hope had now become something else—maybe gratitude.Our conversation was but half over before the phone rang. I got up to get it. It was loverboy. "It's for you," I said. I got only her side of the conversation."Hello? ... Oh, no, I know it's late ... No, something's come up ... I will be in later ... no ... no ... maybe an hour maybe two ... okay, bye." She hung up."Why didn't you tell him," I said."I have to go in one last time, Jess, I have to get my stuff. I even have. Bobbi gave me one of her big smiles and said yes providing she can cook the dinner. Couldn’t turn that down. Showed up Saturday evening with a nice bottle of wine that Bobbie promptly set into a bucket of ice. Bobbi said the main course should be done in about 10 minutes. We started off with a nice fresh salad and after some casual conversation the dinner was ready. Bobbi made one of her favorite dishes, fresh homemade Lasagna. Opened the wine and enjoyed one fine meal. . ." he couldn't even say it."It's OK Frank," Angel encouraged, "I was a prostitute."Frank had been struggling since he found out about it. He was doing better now but he wasn't quite there yet. "I know you must have had your reasons for doing it," he said."I did," Angel agreed."I am trying not to judge you," Frank said and it was obvious to Angel that Frank didn't want to talk anymore about it. He led her to the car and opened the door, "Give it a try," he suggested.Angel put the key in the.