Locking the milky flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my cock is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to rock back and forth tryin... to get free, my knot stretching and caressing her pussy. Within minutes she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to separate. My cock slides out of her pussy still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the room, leaving her lying on the bed sweaty and with my blood tinged cum starting to run. We aren't out on the street selling our cunts to every Tom, Dick, and Harry. So what? We're fucking for money."Am I proud that I'm now a whore? No, but that doesn't change facts. I'm fucking for money. We are all fucking for money."There are a lot of women who marry men who are rich even though they can't stand their husband. They spread their legs and count ceiling tiles while dreaming of wearing diamonds and designer dresses or fantasizing about doing it with the pool boy. Let's be honest. "Your silk green thong is wet because of me, Naomi. All that anger and resentment just gets your motor going for me, admit it." She pushed it onto my face and I sniffed my own juice. "Let it all go and have me," she suggested, before she dropped them. "Arms up." I just did it and let her take my shirt off too. She wasted no time bringing her hands to my back and unclasping my matching bra too. Once she had me naked with her, she super glued her lips to mine. Her arms enveloped around me again. “That was lovely, professor. You passed that test with flying colors.” I then took the two fingers out of her pussy and placed them in my mouth, sucked them clean and then leaned over and kissed her, my mouth now coated with her juices just as she had been with mine on that first evening. Of course I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, but as I started to unbutton my shirt, Katie stopped me. “No need to take off your clothes. I have something else in mind tonight, professor. I want to watch.