Gadsten’s place to tell him. His wife answered the door wearing a house dress and a weary look. She quirked an eyebrow when I asked for her husband,...so I explained that it was about the job. The way her lips pursed, I could tell I was stepping in it. I told her he said I wouldn’t get much and only when we were out. I knew she was worried about money, everybody is. He was quick to handle her, though. When I left I knew they’d be having a talk about it, but that was fine. I never did hear any. “Just because you make a client cum, it in no way means they will do the same for you. Some like to have you never cum while they have you. Others make it a mission to have you cum non stop.”“Please Sir.” I begged, pulling the towel away and kissing his cock, the taste of my ass filling my mouth.He pushed me away. “Fucking whore, get it into that empty bimbo blonde head Riley. I said no, you pull that shit on a patron you’ll get yourself a day in the Red.”“No, please Sam I.” Pleading at his. Sir Thompson grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. this powerful movement pulled me onto his cock. He was pounding my honey pot fast and hard as the two other Sirs pinched my nipples even harder. ‘Aaaaaahhhh,’ I yelled out as I felt both pain and pleasure. This went on for a good ten minutes before Sir Thompson filled me with his seed. I felt every spurt against the walls of my honey pot. After he came I felt his cock pop out, I thought that he had finished. I was wrong, as I. She lifted her head then and looked into my eyes with a mischievous smile. A blush crept into my cheeks.She licked her lips and said, “Want mommy to love you deep, honey?”I didn’t speak out, but ran my hands around my buttocks and, with my own fingers, pulled apart my pussy lips and bumped up.“You little impatient whore!” she laughed and dived into my valley. Her tongue swept through my canyon. I let go my pussy lips to cling around her hunting tongue and ran my fingers through her locks. She.