From the many clients I hear the phrase: "I do not talk about it even to his ther****t." The criminalization of prostitution allows people to talk abo...t anything anonymously and without any consequences. For example, I, unlike a ther****t, is not obliged to report anything to the authorities. Over the years I have learned a lot about men, sexuality, fear, pleasure, and transformation. As a result, when I hear the ther****t about sexual deviation, I am completely imperturbable. The creative side. Fuck, fuck what am I to do she thought, her peripheral vision told her the two customers were not disturbed from their tasks, Loretta had this dog thrusting his nose and tongue vigorously into her horny pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter. Loretta felt this was wrong, very wrong ..but it felt so good. Zeus’s aggressively pushed his head and nose deeper, which pounded on Loretta’s clit through the material, her clit was responding becoming taut and hyper sensitive. Fuck, Oh my God..... He sat, smiling as he did so. Then raising his hand across the table, "Dave Stone is my name."As we shook hands, there was warm sensation within my body."Carl Morgan, pleased to meet you," I managed to say.Dave had an aura to him. I sensed the confidence of a person who knew what he was about. For some reason, I was feeling like a 16 year-old girl on her first big date. This is stupid, Carl, get a grip on your self. First, you are not sixteen and second, you are not a girl.Dave looked at me and. Somehow I must have passed out because when I came to my sensesI was lying on the floor. I heard Mistress Andrea and MommyAdriana talking in the living room. I straightened my dress,picked up the tray and minced slowly towards the kitchen.Of course both women heard the feminine click-clack of my heels.When I entered the kitchen I almost dropped the tray. Whilebeing asleep on the floor Mommy Adriana had taken the liberty toput a nail into the wall and hung the evil paddle in thekitchen. While.