I started to have some shape to my body and noticed I was growing hair on my little pussy. I remember the day I had my first period. I was sitting on ...rs. Bookmen's sofa when I noticed stains of blood on my white shorts. I cried out and Mrs. Bookmen rushed over to have a look. She stripped off my shorts and panties and wiped my pussy with a clean wet cloth then kissed me there and told me it was all better. She explained what had happened and that all was all right. I realized I liked the. She moaned, closed her eyes in fear. The ropes around her ankles had also tightened. She felt her long hair lifted gently from behind and cut at the top of her neck. The young warden stepped back and around her and in the unnecessarily loud voice of ceremony stated to the warden, "The prisoner is prepared for punishment."The warden looked on with pity and desire fighting within him as the girl was prepared, feeling in some part of him the humiliation she felt when her legs were spread and the. She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and let out a big sigh. After a minute or too, I said, “I want a beer. Let me get you a glass for your wine unless you want a beer too.” “Oh. Yes, a glass would be great, Tom.” she replied as she pulled herself away and slid her hand back down my front and over my crotch. She gently squeezed it, then slid her hand over my leg and rested her hand beside herself on the couch. She looked at me and smiled. I got up and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a. “Of course, I had to help him see his dreams clearly, but the result of it was a big payday, a happy client and a legitimate job for me.” “But you made a lot of money as an expensive call girl,” her friend responded. “And all you had to do was spread your legs and open your mouth.” “That’s true, Kimmy,” she answered her friend, “But a high class prostitute has a very limited life. You can be too old at 28 unless you have special skills. I saw that a long time ago and decided that I needed to.