Some might consider it to be a huge problem.I am addicted to prostitutes.I have been pretty much all of my adult life, since I first walked out of the...front gate at Lackland Air force Base in Texas and saw a pretty young girl sitting on the hood of a car in front of a massage parlor. When I glanced over at her she had slipped her shorts aside and exposed her hairy vagina, and I had followed her into the massage parlor and shelled out $30 to fondle her breasts and get a blowjob that lasted all. I was intended to live my life as a sex slave for a King, long ago.’ ‘I’ve been there,’ Doris said, her vision going hazy as she fought back memories that resurfaced all to easily. ‘You should be glad you got stuck in that little box and you didn’t have to live that way, like a slave.’ She took a bite of eggs and closed her eyes hard, trying to force back memories of her youth, nightmarish visions of life before she moved in with her Grandmother. ‘Well, it’s what I was created for, it’s what I. Nikita checks the link at a businesscard I discretely handed her during my visit to her tobacco shop.She wants enough time and privacy for the special purpose of her visit, so she books an appointment.Pretty Petra opens her, after she rings twice. She introduces herself as granddod of Professor Peter.I didn't know Peter is a Professor! Is he still teaching? - Not at University, only privately now.He is a world wide reknown expert in Sexuology, more for his fame of practises than his articles!I. ‘Is Shadrach dying?’ I asked. The doctor shook his head. ‘No, no. He’s just having an epileptic seizure. He’ll be all right in a moment or two.’ I put the soul cakes and the soup on the table, and just stood there, not knowing what else to do. And then Shadrach ‘woke up’ — as he had when he had collapsed when we were up in the woods a couple of years earlier. ‘What?’ he said. ‘Nothing to worry about. You’ve just had an epileptic seizure,’ the doctor said. Shadrach tried to sit up. ‘No, just.