The young man was tall, thin, and effetely handsome despite a hawk-like nose and was wonderfully uniformed, his gorget and buttons gleaming silver and...hanger's hilt chased with gold. He often appeared with his hair or small wig powdered and, Anne was sure, his cheeks rouged.His family, he told her several times, was old and wealthy, with a huge home in Sussex and had purchased his commission when he failed in an effort to become a Church of England minister as had his older brother who now was. She loved being treated like pure trash. It took her back to her old days in the streets of the Sand Village. When she was eight her parents were killed in a massive sandstorm, leaving her to fend for herself in the streets. It wasnt until she saw a traveling band known as Metallica that she set a goal to start a band. She had become a prostitute. Whoring herself out for money until a red haired, eyeliner wearing goth and his puppet carrying brother paid her well enough for her to buy a few. I love you, too, Helen.” And he sealed any immediate need for response from her with a lifting of her face to his and covering her mouth with his. Although her words might have been silenced, her moan wasn’t. Or her deep blush as she shyly looked at Mom and me as Tim finally took his chair.I want to push on what their weekend was like, but all during dinner Helen controls her apparent excitement about her experiences to successfully pull from Tim and me some details about our weekend. We don’t. Ask and ye shall receive! I mentally checked the time: three minutes and thirteen seconds until showtime. She'd let go of my dick, so the clock paused. Crawling onto the bed, Shelby reached into a drawer of the nightstand and produced a half-empty tube of Anal Lube. Guess they did this QUITE often. She handed me the tube. I wondered if this would count, so I decided to squeeze a huge dollop onto her asshole. The brown orifice looked well used, but not sloppy. I didn't touch her, however. I.