I know exactly who you two are, andthis is no mistake. You are a couple of prostitutes whowork out of a hotel near the airport. You have beenlicensed ...s escorts for four years--give or take--and youused to be good little taxpayers."The warden was improvising with her commentary, butappeared to be reading directly from information on herdesk. I saw two sheets of paper, apparently the escortlicense applications from the 'real' owners of our bodies,bearing snapshots that looked identical to. I was in a foul mood when Miss Rochester arrived. Her maid helped her from the carriage and into the house. They were far too friendly, I knew worshippers of Lesbos when I saw them and those two were most clearly practitioners of that art.I made small talk, bored them stupid I hope, and then insisted on taking a stroll around the estate.Poor Miss Rochester, she nearly fainted walking from the dining room to the entrance hall where her bath chair awaited. Her skin was a deathly pallor like. It was hard to multitask with blowing one of them and trying to jerk the other. I was determined to finish as quick as possible, because I remember how long it took last time sucking just one. Both of them had a strong salty pre cum taste, and both were decent size, I tried to not use my teeth as much as possible. After a while of sucking each of them they stood up, and told me to keep blowing. It was hard having to suck them off while they were standing up it felt weird because I had only done. Picking them up, I left the restaurant and walked down the street, looking for the leather shop I remembered seeing in this end of town.It was a little farther than I remembered, almost out of town, but I eventually found it. Walking inside, I was greeted by the owner who asked how she could help me.I lifted up the stack of drawings and journal. “I’m looking for a portfolio that I can store these papers and this journal in, as well as a courier style pouch with a shoulder sling that I can use.