"Are you talking about part-time work as a prostitute?" Yes, of course. Didn't I make myself clear?"Ana shook her head vehemently, studying her bare t...es in the carpet pile. "I don't want to do that! Not ever! Not that!" I wouldn't have been doing my job as a PTM all these years, if I didn't understand the reluctance you may feel in doing additional work which not only erodes your free time, which a young lady like you must no doubt relish to the full, but has an unfortunate reputation which I. The Rave was still there. The music was still terrible. They didn't have Irish whiskey and the Scotch was a really cheap blend. I didn't care. I took the bottle to a side table and glared at anyone who tried to sit down, talk to me or breath near me. Somewhere between the first and second bottles I reached the point I wanted to be. Thank goodness alcohol still affects a vampire.At least this time I remained conscious, or at least semi-conscious. I remembered inviting a stevedore-type guy. His big beautiful cock swelling, throbbing, and turning even darker, (if that was possible) as he leaked copious amounts of precum while I worked him over. I was struggling, taking as much of his big cock into my mouth and throat as I could, but I still had inches to go that I might never be able to swallow. As I edged him closer and closer, building the intensity of his pleasure higher and higher, there were times where he grabbed my head and was fucking my face even deeper than I was able to. Our two children, Jill and Jack, came running into the house and jumped into my arms. We all hugged and they immediately launched into a conversation about their weekend. I listened intently, but I kept an eye on the door. I wanted to observe Colleen's face as she entered.When she finally came in, she looked very down. I expected her to be carrying bags of groceries since she said she was going shopping. All she was carrying was a small bag from Walgreen's(r). I watched as she walked by without.