I asked him, “So you are paying 500 pounds for last night then?” Winked my eye. He said he wished he could but he thought it was like friends with...benefits. Also, he doesn’t have so much money as he is on a short trip. He took his purse and took a 20 pounds note.He put that into my top and stuck into my bra. For now, you can keep that and you earned it. With a big smile on his face, he went and sat on the bed to eat his snacks.I asked him, “You gave me so much lecture that taking money for sex. He was hoping she’d like to get friendly with him. He had his share of women. But old ladies who were his age, just liked to be kissed and held. Teenagers liked to have their pussies licked and get a big sausage up their twats.They loved to tell their friends how many people they had scored with. He planned on showing Marilyn a hot time. Maybe in the future, he could be her sugar daddy. He was up for anything she’d want to do.Marilyn lived with her mother. Marvin wasn’t sure if her father was. ..”“And doing an admirable job,” I laughed.She smiled. Had to be a first one. This was it. Not bad at all. When she turned, the T-shirt sort of tightened around her. That’s when I realized that while a T-shirt did a good job of protecting most of her modesty, it had no service as a bra. A breast, smallish, pushed against the cotton fabric, punctuated with a noticeable nipple.Okay, Thomas. This ain’t THAT. You’re HELPING, not scoring chicks. I went back to driving, one hand for the wheel, one. Striding to the front desk, my hands shake as I take up the correct papers from the filing drawers. I set them on the counter and lean forward breathing heavily. I give myself a moment before heading back.“Oh great, you found your painting,” Anya is… enthusiastic and a little over friendly and it suddenly makes me wonder what passed between them when I hid myself away for those few moments.“Yes, she spoke very passionately about this painting in particular. I’ve decided to take it off your.