David followed behind her nervous about what was going tohappen next. On the first floor Sandra walked into a small room alsodecorated in pale pastel ...olours. In one corner was a waist high leathertable that looked like a sort of doctor's table."Strip down to your underwear and lie on your back on the table."He slowly stripped off his blouse, trousers and pumps and lay down on thetable.Sandra slowly slipped his frilly knickers down to his ankles. She pausedfor a moment to slip on a pair of. She took one look and said, ‘Where’d you get the clap?’ Sheila flashed immediately into my fevered brain. ‘In an Idaho whorehouse,’ I moaned. ‘Is my dick gonna fall off?’ ‘No, I’ll just give you a penicillin shot and you’ll be fine in a couple of days. Don’t drink. Come back Monday for a checkup.’ She gave me the shot, none to gently, I might add. As I left the clinic I would have sworn I heard laughter. Recovering from the dose of clap gave me time to concentrate on my studies. Later in life,. If I chose not to mow ours then I would be charged for the “rental” of his mower which would be five dollars every time I used it. Knowing that I only made ten dollars a week mowing Mrs. Lanes I sure wasn’t about to give up half my profit for “rental fees.” Our yard took about two hours to mow and I didn’t mind it to much because there is something so satisfying about mowing to me. I’m not sure if its the instant results you get in making a shaggy yard look nice and clean cut or what but I. “I think it is stupid. About everyone that checks into this place has sex! So what if some sugar daddy has brought his trophy girl for a fling! To each their own!”With that he gave me a rubber band. I noticed that he had a huge bulge in the front of his pants so I asked him, “You think everyone that comes here has sex here?” He smiled and nodded. “Even you?” I asked and I ran my finger around the low cut neckline of the tee shirt, maybe pulling it down just a little….He looked around and.