Although of course for Buttercup there had been no equivalent to prostitution in her life in Buggery, and she had nothing to compare it to. In the abs...nce of clothes and make-up or even tottering high-heels, the only thing that marked out a prostitute was the fact of where they were and how long they hung around. Most Gomorran women kept their distance from the world of men, fearing that they'd be raped or arrested or beaten up. Only prostitutes had any license to encroach at all on male. I took him deeply into my mouth and nearly gagged when his head hit the back of my throat. I wanted more. I really got into sucking his cock. I had always enjoyed watching women in videos sucking cock. Now I could understand why so many of them obviously loved doing it. There’s something amazing about feeling a man’s cock throbbing against your tongue and controlling how much pleasure he gets. I let my now very wet mouth drool all over his cock. I found myself worshipping his cock. I stroked. Most men never realise the tricks girls get up to, to make the rightimpression, me included, but with my two trainers I was certainlylearning quickly.Friday night, usually our clubbing night but we had decided toconcentrate on our course work, which we did, somewhat half heartedly,finally Kelly threw the book she was reading to one side and exclaimed,"Bollocks to this, let's hit the town girls." She got no argument fromShoni and me, we flew to our bedrooms to get ready.Hair loose around my. She put an arm around Aly's shoulders and spoke to her in a soft voice. The sound carried to Doug's ears, but not the words.His daughter said something, then tilted her head back to let the rain land on her face. She washed her face with her fingertips while Mary returned to sit cross-legged beside Doug. "We still have about six hours until bedtime," she said in a quiet voice.Doug knew very well how to translate that: "You still have about six hours to fuck up some more." What did I do?" he.