They talked about shoes and clothes and men. They talked about naughty things. And they drank a little. Or maybe more than a little. Kelly wasn’t ex...ctly sure. What she did know was her night was not over when the rest of the girls decided it was time to head home.Kelly sent a text to a number provided by James. A car and driver would be at her disposal whenever she wanted. Now it was time to go and ride James. Or get a ride to see James. Or something like that.A sleek limo was waiting for. First of all, it tookthe issue of sex away and I could talk to her about the problems she hadwith her lovers. I'm glad now that Helen recognised that I could nevermake Heidi happy in that way and helped me become who I am and that youare back in my life. I'm even happy that we are both hookers at the samebrothel and I'm proud of the tattoo you and I have with Derek's initialson it. It's like a statement that we are special and good enough to workfor him. Having the breast implants was the final. I wore a T-shirt and jogging shorts.He has shorts and sandals but no shirt which showed his muscular shoulders that I would be sitting on. It was suppose to get over 90 degrees that day but it didn’t bother me because he was going to do all the work, which excited me. His pain doesn’t concern me, it’s part of serving his Master. I had a backpack with some water bottles and a couple of sandwiches to eat. He didn’t bring anything to drink or eat. With the heat and hard work he will do he will. We had a free place to stay, free lift tickets and all we had to do was let this guy watch us Kip and I fuck.I love watching and being watched so that part didn’t bother me. Who is the guy?The guy is a last fifties, married (to a woman), Wall Street guy who has a monster house in Aspen. He also has a condo on the snow. Super rich, like crazy rich. Some Denver friends of Kip’s that I have met go out there and perform for him a few times a year when the Wall Street Daddy is in town. Wall Street.