Oh yeah, one more thing, baby: no panties or bra. You come out here ready to fuck. And wear a real short skirt, too. I want my boy to see that nasty, ...ot, cock-hungry cunt of yours when you get in the car."As he talked like that my pussy throbbed and I had a shiver and sick hungry desire run through me. I was a nasty-ass, cock-hungry cunt, I mean slut. He had made me like this and he knew I was hooked.Then he said, "Dat turn you on, baby?"I said, "Oh God, yes, it does."He then said, "I knew you. She too had sort of a datetonight. She was going out with Gwen Bowers, one of the tranny's thatFrankie had interviewed for his book. Gwen was truly a successful working woman. She was a high priced call girlwho served a very exclusive clientele of men who preferred their women tohave something extra and know how to work it. Frankie knew that Helen wasgoing to observe Gwen at work tonight and the man was paying extra forHelen to watch. He shook his head at the idea of what it would be likebeing. .." Paul sighed. Jacob's tongue went deeper, tongue touching tongue.Jacob moaned too, and at first Paul thought it was due to the kiss, but then he felt his gloved hand moving. It had left Jacob's arm and had unbuckled Jacob's belt. Paul looked down in horror, trying to stop them, but the gloves now had complete control. Paul was so mentally weak that there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop them from undressing his male visitor. Next, they undid the snap on the pants and then slowly. Anthony knew that his mother had been with the Queen in the first terrible days after the death of Prince Albert, and again, four years ago, when her favourite servant, John Brown, passed away. It was kind of the monarch nonetheless to attend this funeral so close to the celebrations of her Golden Throne Jubilee.Anthony felt a movement on his right side. Sarah, his wife and now the new Lady Lambert, was kneading a handkerchief. She was almost as distraught over her father-in-law’s death as her.