She got no further than half a step before she found her two escorts closing down her retreat. Strong arms gripped her elbows as Hartmann leered into ...er face. "So, we do it the hard way, eh?" His grip on her chin loosened, and, tracing his index finger down the length of her throat, began to gently stroke up and down her cleavage. "Please tell me, where has your brother been during the last two weeks?"Isobel stared at him, like a frightened rabbit in a car's headlights. "I don't know", she. There was some small talk, not much of which I recall. I do remember her saying that she was native Dutch, and she also mentioned a husband. I think she said she was working to earn extra money because he wasn’t able to work due to an injury. I never thought of a whore being married.As we lay there I was on my back and she was against me, partly on me, with her head and hands at my dick area. That put her pussy and beautiful butt in easy reach of my right hand. I started feeling her nicely. She opened the window with help of her leg. It was full moon and moonlight flooded on the bed. We could see each other. She expressed, “we have been made for each other, hence forward” and bite my lower lips. I unhooked her bra from the back. The boobs sprang up me. I started caressing those two gently. Meanwhile, my mami had already loosened my cloth and started messaging my cock. Gradually, my cock attained its full height and her boobs with nipple got tight and erected. I lick her left. And I did.Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way.First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a.