There stood Ash, she was taller than most girls even without the black knee high boots that outlined her slim tone legs. She was pretty with blueish g...een eyes, I could get lost in her gaze. We hugged, the hugged lingered, it said without words that she had equally missed me. We reluctantly parted and introduced me to her friend. The lights were going, DJ was spinning, and the drinks were flowing. This had the makings of a good night I thought to myself. Our first mission was to hit the open. .........Finally Marcus arrived in a blue metallic mercedes and came in ,they talked and joked for about half an hour and when it was time he said, surley he can t wash the car ,mistress intervened promptly no its not him, rolled her eyes and yelled mistresses terie sissy slut and i made my way to d living,as soon as Marcus saw me his eyes nearly popped out and said, surly he s not gong out like that ,,OF COURSE HE IS AND HE LL BETTER DO A GOOD JOB OR THE CANE WILL BE SERVED mistress terie. My tongue rolled around the rim of his mushroom tipped cock, before partially taking him out to lap all over his tip, then slowly taking in a little bit more. Within about thirty seconds, my nose was up against his neatly trimmed pubes, the top of my head bouncing off his big belly! I worked up a steady rhythm, and he gently rocked his hips in time, my hands grasping firmly into his ample buttocks. He was quite vocal, moaning and grunting, enjoying face fucking a man at least twenty five years. In her spare time, she would wander around town, staying-out late, and hanging around the slums. One night, she heard a woman talking to a man, discussing a sum of money for sex. In other words, prostitution, something that Jasmine had always been curious about. Its 5 for a handjob, 12 for a blowjob, 18 for anal, and 25 for love she heard the woman say. The man then said Ill pay you for all of it. The woman agreed, and Jasmine heard the rustle of banknotes. Her eyes widened, as she heard these.