Now that I think about it I don’t know why I was all sad. A 21 year old fairly attractive girl like myself was in such a funk. Hard for the me today...to believe. We had sat there and chat. I found out that he was a 43 year old real estate agent and that he had been married for 15 years to his 38 year old corporate executive wife Emily. I told him about my dreams to eventually committ to college full time and get a degree. We went from general conversation to personal in what felt like 30 seconds. Some people will say that I regressed right back to where I once started. I'd once been a sex-toy in a whorehouse, and here I was looking to be the same thing in another one.To say that gives no value to all to how much I've grown and accomplished since Anna rescued me and sent me off to live with Samuel. Nor does it acknowledge that not all whorehouses are alike, or that Lady Heather's is about as far away from where I started as it is possible to two establishments to be and still be. Nothing was said about any further contact. That night after the show a messenger arrived with flowers for Miss Reeves. ‘Great show, you were great. Gloria and I enjoyed it. Paul B.’ She was pleased with the flowers and pleased he’d seen her act. Roxy suddenly thought it might not be long before Gloria would be watching Roxy audition for a part that Gloria had believed would be hers. However the call never came and Roxy went about her work thinking what a waste of time that had beenfiddling. .He always surprised me, appearing this time in lengthy grey-green tentacles, each coming through the rock in the cave with a delicate force. I flinched, but they did not give me long to react. I didn't struggle, but I wasn't yet ready to simply spread my legs and invite each emotionless gang fuck.Even as I grew to crave it..I fell to my knees as his veiny, segment arms slithered around my legs, pulling my wrists back and up in the air. Another set of feelers forced down the cups of my.