"It's called money. Besides, he's been here so many times when we've had the other weddings that all I had to do was tell him we tentatively needed hi... for Saturday night, and we were on. All he has to do is bring the food, anyway. He doesn't actually have to serve anything — we'll do that, as usual. There are enough of us here to decorate the living room in short order. Bill, Kathy and Jill are ready. All we need is your okay." Why me? I..." You're our Prime, of course," Diana broke in,. I was hoping traffic would be good so that I had plenty of time to get ready. Certain things had been agreed in advance, including hard limits, what I was to wear, etc. We had also agreed that I was not to speak unless directly asked a question and would follow his instructions to the letter, anyway...I was home, had gotten changed and was nervously waiting and pacing when the doorbell rang - I jumped straight out of my skin and for a moment thought of not answering, however, I did go. “Nach dieser nüchternen Erklärung hoffte ich, die Sache sei erledigt, aber Lara setzte nach: „Was glaubst Du denn nun, was wir sind?“ Wir waren zwischenzeitlich an einer abgelegenen Stelle des Strands angekommen, hier waren nur noch wenige Menschen unterwegs und wir schlenderten durch eine Reihe von Strandkörben und Liegen, Lara ging rückwärts vor mir her, schaute mir auffordernd in die Augen und verlangte partout eine Antwort auf ihre Frage.In einem Anflug von Ärgerlichkeit angesichts dieser. Even more the looks from the men whose eyes lingered on her fishnet stocking covered legs. She knew they saw her as a whore, but that wasn’t exactly right. She hadn’t taken the money, so she wasn’t a whore. After four different men in four days, she wasn’t a whore, she was a slut.She couldn’t help it either, she found herself licking her lips thinking about the bodies of the construction workers sweating as they strained, and imagining them pounding her body. The thoughts weren’t coming clear.