I had ridden my motorcycle to your house and walked to the door. I was early. Nervously I knocked. You came to the door wearing a casual sundress. It ...as sheer and low-cut with a mid-thigh skirt. I was in a gray pullover and jeans. You invited me in so you could finish getting ready. I couldn’t help notice as you stood in the doorway as you closed the door how the sunlight went through your dress and made you appear nude. I told you, you looked delicious and not to change a thing. You eyed me. My heart jumped. There was no way i could let this poor girl get used like this. She didn’t want this i thought but i was wrong…“you want to feel this big cock inside that tiny little pussy of yours baby?” with her eyes still closed, she nodded quickly her approval. I couldn’t believe this. Her entire pubic area was covered in her piss, which he had splashed there, and yet she was going to let him fuck her right here.He lifted her skirt up higher, and (without ever opening her eyes) she sat. "Emily gave me a sad smile, then yawned before saying, "I am tired but that doesn't mean I can't make time for you." The way she looked at me and said it sent this feeling through me that pooled deep in my belly. It had me so tempted to give in but Emily did look tired and I didn't want to make her feel worse. So I shook my head gave her a kiss on the cheek and said I'd call her later. When I stopped to wave as I shut the door, she was licking her lips. I couldn't help remembering how her. This was in 2001 and I was unemployed, so it was very much about money as well. Most of the pimps lived too far away from me though, so I really didn't see how we would make it work. There was one man that lived closer and he said he had a long list of clients that like to fuck sissies. Most of his clients were business men, and that meant men that are willing to spend money. He would make all the arrangements and we should split the profits 50/50. I thought it was worth a try, so I accepted.