And I am happy to satisfy them. There is an art, a skill, to prostitution and, if nothing else, I get considerable professional satisfaction from doin... a worthwhile job well. I have many regulars, and when you become more familiar with the same clients you soon think of them as more than so much inadequate meat. And they soon come to respect you ever more. Your problem, Binta, is not just your dubious sexual preferences, but that you never show any sympathy or understanding towards the men who. . would like to move in here. With you."Mistress took another sip from her tea before she answered smiling, her words in turn painting a smile on my face. "I was begining to think you'd never ask." Great. You know," I went on, waving my arm to take in the whole flat, "this feels like home." It is home. Our home.The tingling between my legs intensified and my heart made a double beat."I will pay, of course."Ann looked at me for a moment before she spoke. "We split household bills and food." Her. Sam and Carolyn awoke to a knock at the door, with Mrs. Lewis very panicky as she realized that she was naked and still had evidence from her incestuous coupling with her son on her ... dried and caked on, but still obvious. Sam rushed to the door and answered it, to be met with Aimee's sweet lips. She kissed him in full view of his mother, a black woman openly smooching a Rhodesian white man without any embarrassment or fear whatsoever."Oh, good morning, or is it good afternoon, Aimee?". "Drop it, Buck!" the bearded leader ordered. "The blonde's the one that gets it!"The smaller man drew his hand back, as though he had touched a hot stove. He grinned, sheepishly, and turned his salacious, ferret-like eyes on Lois. "There's not much difference... I guess..." His hand caressed Lois' breasts; cupping one in his hand, his moistly warm lips encompassed a pink nipple, sucking up the aureole as well.Lois shrank back and cried, "D-Don't... p-please... don't!?"Vivian's grey eyes met.