Kitty closed her eyes as he entered her, she tried to think of happy times, the river Avon at Stratford, a picnic with her mother, but then the image of her mother and Harris daddy’s chauffeur flooded her mind, when she woke one evening and came downstairs for some milk and found them having sex on the kitchen table. Porn “I thought you were special,” Paul continued, “All those times you were drunk, gee I could just have slipped in your room and.”
“But you never showed any interest?” Kitty protested. He just grinned, “You heard, get used to it, you’re a whore ain’t you?”
To be continued. “So, you paid to fuck me, I’m not stopping you,” she answered and she took a tube of lube and pulled out her jewel encrusted butt plug before she inexpertly squirted some lube between her ass
