I'll tell you what. Pay me." "Huh?" "Pay me. I've always had this fantasy about being a whore. I think if I was doing it for money, and had to d... it just to please you, I'd find it a real turn on. What does a prostitute get paid? A hundred a shot? Must be more for an entire evening or the whole night. Since I won't have any other customers you could use my body as long as you wanted, two or three times if you're up to it, as long as you pay me the going rate for a one shot. If we both. 'What is it that you ask of me, my Queen?' I ask, my eyes meeting hers once more.She looks at me for some time, as if assessing me somehow. Then, seemingly satisfied, she stands up from her throne. As she stands, her breasts jiggle enticingly.'Come, follow me to my chambers, Jenna. We have much to discuss,' she says. I watch as she begins to walk to her private room. She motions for me to follow. Frowning, I catch up to her.We arrive at her private chambers, a magnificent room of velvet and red. He let his face relax from itsgrimace, he felt his lips spring back in the big inviting "O" shape withboth now slightly parted all the time for easy access. Shaking his head,click! He'd lowered the handle and was slowly pulling the door open whichcaused a creaking noise. He heard some soft music, Reggie had obviouslywanted some ambiance. With short mincing steps, he slowly walked out tohis fate.Reggie watched on in excitement, he could feel his dick already startingto swell in anticipation as. Before they closed the casket.Recalling the sheer volume of people at the visitation, and knowing the church was not that large, Lisa and I decided to arrive early. I stopped at Starbucks to get coffee for both of us.I placed my order and paused to run my hand over my face, trying to stave off the overwhelming fatigue. The barista noticed and chuckled. “Gotta get you your coffee, man,” he said. “You look exhausted.”I nodded. “R.J. Garrett is my girlfriend’s brother. It’s been a long few.