I’m booked for tonight.” she smiled; she wondered about being an escort. An hour or two’s work each night. She said it out loud.“Don’t be a ...illock. An escort works all night, she ‘escorts’ the man. A prostitute lets some smelly greasy turd fuck her for money for an hour, or however long her pimp decides to farm her out. You wouldn’t like it, Chris.” said Helen. Chris put on a robe, leaving off her night clothes, and went down stairs. Martin looked up and realised what he had just left, lying. "Your hard just from this." he tried to struggle against me but I quickly moved my hand up and down, causing him to stop and his hip to slowly copy my hand movement. "Feeling good isn't it? You're still a perve."By now he was already going weak from me stimulating his cock that he relaxed his body and I let his arms go. Quickly I pulled my shirt off and watched as he froze at the sight of my melons."They're nicer in person hu?" he only nodded as I continued to stroke him up and down, his pants. With each convulsion, another mightier load was jettisoned at pace from your balls; You practically pissed semen from your cock! Your knees begin to tremble and you brace yourself against me as you drive your erection deep into my throat, giving me your full length and blasting your gift straight into my belly. I can feel your balls on my chin and your cock convulsing between my lips, delivering jet after hot jet of the life spark that is sperm loaded semen while you try to push your cock right. While she maneuvered into position, I dropped my clothes as fast as I could. My cock was hard and ready, but I had to taste that delicious pussy I was looking at, first. Since she was nearly hanging off the edge of the bed, I fell to my knees, and began kissing the inside of her thighs. I could hear her sobs. She was going to be raped by a much older man, and she was powerless. If her husband had just been there...if he'd just opened the door...if her dad hadn't lost his temper...so many things.