What was she thinking? All I had seen the past week was hotels, airports, taxis, and bookstores. Well, at least this was my last city and she had bo...ked a suite at the Waldorf Astoria which was a nice touch. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was climb into a hot bath with a large glass of Chardonnay. By the time I reached New York, the sun was long gone, the sky was smoky black, and the rain was coming down hard and it was so muggy you felt like you were in the jungle instead of New. What about this Christian forgiveness you always hear about in that church you go to every Sunday?" Bruce questioned."Forgiveness! Hell Bruce –Gina is still claiming nothing happened. I got 12 years of catholic school under my belt, last time something like this occurred a manger and stable were involved plus three wise men came bearing gifts." I was getting angry. "No stable or manger at Tony's birth, all I got was a bill from the hospital. If Gina keeps sticking to this lie, what else or who. Pull on 'em", she said.I lifted up my tshirt and started to tweak my nipples. Then she bent down and started sucking my clit. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Reach around and finger your asshole, slut", she said to me.I stuck my finger in my mouth and then slowly slid it in my rectum. I instantly felt like I was going to cum. "Don't you fucking cum until I tell you", she barked at me."Can I cum, doctor?", I moaned."No," she said sternly. "Hold your pussy open while I finger you".I. "The concert, the party, the hotel, the money. You know, you can have all of this, if you really want it." "You're a pimp, right?"John laughed. It wasn't a nervous laugh, he really thought it was cute that she'd figured it out. "Except that at this price level we don't use terms like that. You wouldn't be referred to as a 'whore' either. Now I am right in thinking that fuckin' for money is nothing new to you?" Yeah, dude, you're right on top of things. And, yeah, I like this. Especially if I.