It was not until Michelle was in the car that she realized that she was not wearing a bra. She considered going in to put one on, but she was not over...y endowed and her breasts actually looked pretty good untethered, so she decided to chance it. Worst case was that the dress’ neckline flashed Brent at an inopportune moment. That might not be such a bad thing, really. “Hey, how you doing?” Brent sang out to Michelle as she entered the office. “Good. How about you?” “Fantastic, other than this. "Without knowing it I had been a call girl and to my surprise it didn't bother me at all to learn that I had let a man fuck me for money or that kindly old Uncle Charley was a pimp. I tucked the envelope in my purse and Charley asked me if I would like to take another trip upstairs. At first I told him no, that I hadn't made it home the previous night, but then I said, "On second thought, why not."Charley smiled and said, "The man in room 403 would like some company."The guy in 403 was young. It was always ‘just for fun’ until one day that perfect couple appeared on one of those kink websites. After almost a week of just staring at their profile, we got a little too drunk one night and decided to message them with our fantasy. Much to our surprise, they wrote us back saying they were interested. After two months of nearly daily exchanges, we had made our fantasy theirs. Today they are finally coming over to play. ‘How are you doing, Brad?’ I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t even. Flashback It’s Christmas Day, and Stacy and I are at her parents’ house. I had already asked Stacy’s father for permission to marry her, being as old-fashioned as I am. As Stacy was opening presents, I was watching her, waiting for the perfect time to propose. ‘Stacy,’ I said. I had put the ring inside her stocking. I made sure she didn’t see me doing this, so it had to be perfect. ‘You missed a present.’ ‘Where?’ she asked. I chuckled. She reminded me of myself, when I was five on Christmas.