She shyly said "The flute."Well, hell. I spent a day in Bangor visiting music stores. I found what appeared to be a very nice flute for about 1200 dol...ars. I bought it, put a ribbon around the case with a bow on it and left it under her pillow.The next morning I beheld a screaming, jumping Julie that tried to hug me to death. I caught her smiling much more often after that. She'd sold her precious flute to feed her kids while working at that hotel. In my ignorance I'd gotten her a much nicer. At night, they might both get a job, or she could continue with more classes. In the end, the plan was for her to perform with some ballet company in the evenings.The first month went about as expected. Auditions were always hopeful; full of promise. The next job was right around the corner. Eventually, Jenny could envision them running out of money before Dakota found work. She had been confronted with this problem before; when she was young.She had tried to ignore the problem; ignore the. More a model than a streetwalker. But that's what she was.She began to undo my tie but I stopped her. "Can we just talk for a minute?" Just talk?" she raised an eyebrow. "It's expensive; I get paid either way." Fine." I lay the five hundred dollar bills on the Days Inn night stand."But we can at least get comfortable, can't we?" she purred, removing her dress in one clean sweep. Now she was only in her bra and panties. Distracting. I looked her over. Too young to be her. She should be around 40. She said "I was in good hands." I could smell his after shave on her and as I kissed her I could taste the musky smell of his cock on her breath, Not wanting to believe she had fucked another man, I slipped my hand between her legs and slowly slid my finger into her wet pussy, she said she was happy that I wanted to make love and opened her legs for me, as I slid down to lick her pussy, The smell of sweaty cock was there too. Still I could not make myself accept what she had done. I licked her.