I looked again at Hank's face. It simply radiated pleasure. His cock was huge and hard, sticking straight out from his body and dripping gobs of pre-c...m as he watched me play with my nipples.I scooped up some of his cream with my thumb and fed it to him. He made no attempt to avoid my effort. I fed him some more. The more I fed him the more he wanted! His cock was dripping a steady stream now and he was slurping his pre-cum off of my thumb as fast as I could feed it to him!I grasped his fat. He told me that I could double the amount of money I made by giving a nude massage and hinted that even more might be possible under the right circumstances. When I left the massage parlor every day, I just felt dirty. I felt like I needed a shower or three just to be able to touch Josh or let him touch me.Once the money started coming in, we were able to relax a bit. There was no longer a worry about whether we'd be able to pay our rent or whether or not we'd eat. I'd started saving a little. One glass of wine at night turned into numerous glasses throughout the day. Going out for a drink once a week had turned into NOT going out once a week. The drinking had stopped a year ago. That was when Sandra found out Zoe’s father had remarried. The news came without notice. Just a call one afternoon to announce that he had met someone a year ago, they had gotten married in a tiny ceremony a week ago and that he was moving six hours away with his new wife and her daughter. A love story. I buzzed and he let me up, there was no going back. He was waiting for me at his door and invited me in. He said to grab a seat on the couch and that he’d be back with a few beers for us. He sat down and we both just started looking each other up and down.He said, “There was no way I was leaving that store without giving you my number. The moment I saw your pink thong, I knew what kind of boy you are.” I said, “What does that mean?” in a flirty girl voice.He replied, “You know what means," and.