Wilson’s perspectiveThis was my kind of guy. Short, bald, degenerate, and still able build a business built on objectifying women and treating them ...s objects. I’m sure he had his fair share of access to the talent as well. We went on to introduce ourselves, I had talked to Vito over the phone before, but this was my first time meeting in person. I introduced Katee to him. I explained that she was my ‘client’, and she was looking to make some money, and that I was representing her and would be. With one final thrust the last man blew his seed into mythroat. With his cock still filling my mouth I had to swallow it, thewarm salty fluid filling my tight belly. once finished with me they leftme alone and I quickly gathered myself together and left the tavern,eager to be away from the men.The camp proper was more open, with merchants stalls and food sellers. Isearched for a clothing merchant hoping to cover myself. As I walked Ifelt warm sticky cum drip from my exposed slit, the slimy. There had been people ringing on the doorbell in the past when I had been dressed up but I ignored them and they went away.This knock was different and had an awful air of authority about it, I froze and then realised a man was looking through the letterbox and had seen me. I was bent down in front of the washing machine unloading my father's dirty work clothes I had just washed.I lifted my head and I made eye contact with him, my heart had stopped beating and panic raced through my body. I. 00, do anything you want to me and abuse me FREE". He took my hand pulled me to him with the door still open he kissed me. We locked in an em brass kissing our tongues flicking across each others as he kicked the door closed. His hand were all over me running up and down my body feeling my hard falsies, stocking my hair. then raising my skirt. He sighed as he looked. His hand ran across my panties lightly touching my tiny useless clitlet. At the same time i had my hand in his pants rubbing his.