Saltire Stories

Mr. Smith did indeed become a regular customer. I would meet him in his office at least once a week, where he would transform me into his good little girl whore with a stack of cash. He was insatiable and would usually cum two or three times; all I had to do to get him hard again was to talk about being a high school whore who gets off on selling my tight little pussy. He even snuck me into his house one Saturday night wh...