" Mark wrote "Or we can meet somewhere around Oceanside and drive you there. Do you know where the casino is?" I realized that I was about to turn a c...rner in my slut life. I was about to become not only a hot nasty slut, but now also a nasty paid whore. The only difference from porn though is, it isn't being filmed for sale. Which I always wondered why girls who end up whoring just don't make porn anyway, that way it is safer and legal. They usually answer that they don't want people to know. Pulling me to her her hands resume the exploring. feeling my strong body as she plants kisses on my lips. turning her around i have her bend over pulling her silky panties down i roughly find that what i want. her pussy is wet and hot, a finger brushed along her clit brings a ever so low moan. but a finger is not what her pussy screams for. i remove my shirt and toss it aside, doing the same for the pants. standing their naked for the world to see and still in just enough light to be seen if a. As a result of the above activity I was alone in the house when the door-bell rang. On the door-step, a slim, tanned woman with what I'd call a 'lived-in face'. The give-away was that she was the image of her daughter plus about twenty years. I was a lucky chap..."Won't you come in, Mrs. Burnham?" I spoke before she did; her mouth opened ... and stayed open without uttering a sound.After perhaps a minute, her mouth shut and then she said, "Do you not mind?" I'm reserving judgement," I said.. Even when Darnell covered her hand with his own, she only laughed as he gyrated against her hand.It was quick, but Karen watched as Darnell pulled Stacey onto her feet and spun her around, his large arms closing around her. He began to move with the music, holding her close against his muscular body. Watching her struggle to get away, yet smiling and giggling was actually getting Karen a little hot. Darnell’s big hands, his fingers splayed open, were covering Stacey’s chest, her boobs squishing.