You have another trade show this weekend, don’t you?”So, I managed to escape more discussion about her panties, but I also didn’t get the chance...to investigate that stain on the cotton crotch. Hmmm…it got my imagination running. It looked a lot like a semen stain that had leaked. Had she had sex with someone? Was she having an affair? No, I concluded. There must be some other explanation. Time flew and the time came for her to leave on her trip. The convention was only an hour from where we. My legs tightly squeezed together, I make my way home. No car in thedriveway. This is good news! I drop my schoolbag at the door and remove myshirt while I'm walking up the stairs. I glance down at my full D cups. Theylook so inviting. My nipples are clearly showing through the bra. I unhookit and throw it onto my floor exposing the errect pink nipples. I fingerthem softly with one hand as I am unbuttoning my jeans with the other. Assoon as my zipper is pulled down, my room fills with pussy. ”“So what did you do, slave?”“I ... I ... I gave him a quick hug and then got the hell out of there as fast as I could, Sir.”“Just a hug, hmm? So what happened from there?”“Well, I decided to ride back with my date to wherever we were going, which turned out to be the high school parking lot, so that Becky could get her car. But really, I don’t even remember the ride, Sir. My mind was going around and around at a hundred miles an hour, replaying everything that he had said, Sir”I was sure that. It cost fifty dollars for a half hour and twice that for a full hour to ride the old elevator to the second floor privacy sanctuary. Among the youth, average age being 17, milled professional sex workers from an escort stable, one of the largest in Chicagoland, owned by the boss. Five of the younger and more beautiful women and two men found and brought dates up for two hundred dollar sucks and fucks, the fifty dollar ride included.Rich kids filled the club, but few had that kind of cash on.