" Fine." I lay the five hundred dollar bills on the Days Inn night stand."But we can at least get comfortable, can't we?" she purred, removing her dre...s in one clean sweep. Now she was only in her bra and panties. Distracting. I looked her over. Too young to be her. She should be around 40 or so. But this woman was no more than mid thirties. 36, tops.She was 18 when she ran off to become a whore."I'm looking for someone," I said, offering her a drink."Everyone is, honey," she said, sipping the. It's like orange and red mixed. Anyway, I've had five lessons so far, and I think I'm getting better, but I'm a long way from Aaron. It was Tuesday and I met Russel at his house for my 6th lesson. He had a nice thing going for himself, just giving lessons privately. “Hello Annie, how have you been?” Russel asked as he was playing his acoustic guitar. “I'm good, and how are you?” I asked I as sat down with him. “I'm good too, did you practice your chords?” Russel asked. “Yes, four hours a. ? ?Yes Sir,? I corrected her quickly. ?Yes Sir,? she repeated, gradually lifting her head and looking at me with those stunning blue eyes. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly and let it slip off the back of her shoulders and onto the floor at her feet. She wore no bra. There really was no need for one. I had never before seen such a flat chest on a woman. An ever so faint hint of swelling bosom was all she had, like a pre-pubescent girl, nowhere even near womanhood. Her areolas were. "Yes, Sir?" Paula's voice came out of the intercom. "Did you want me?"Rick chuckled. "I sure do want you," he replied, trying to act as businesslike as possible. "Come in right away, Paula, and bring your notepad."Paula reached for her pad and pen. She bet that Rick wasn't going to give her any dictation. She had a feeling that what he wanted wasn't exactly business.When Paula opened the door to the inner office, she giggled even though she was trying to be prim and proper. Rick had that look.