I laughed at first but the seed of the thought grew with every passing day. Should I do it? Well, I put an advert in a website specializing in escorts...from all walks of life. Shit! What was I thinking? My advert wasn't very good and I hoped nothing would come of it. Wrong! On the second day of the advert appearing I had seven men wanting to meet me.I looked at the texts and thought yes lets do this. It wasnt the money anymore it was the thrill of these men wanting my body to use as they please.. . Good effort.” I was feeling very pleased, maybe he would go lenient on me this time, he did say he just wanted to have a look at me in my number 1 uniform.“Thank you Sir.”He walks around behind me again and bends down, feeling my legs, “And those stockings look great on your legs Sandeman, they look just perfect, maybe they should become the new standard issue, you really do look very smart in your uniform.”“Thank you Sir.”He runs his hands up my legs, under my skirt, up to my lacy stockings. Fuck me now to bola abhi nhi meri bitch or muje sidha kar k mere muh mai fir se apna lund dal diya main jor jor se choos rahi thi fir usne meri tange uthayi or meri choot mai lund dal diyaMai dard k mara pagl ho rahi thi bol rhi thi k dheere motherchoodddd..ahhh aaa…pr bola randi chup kar or muje jaor se chodta raha lekin fir dard kam huya muje b acha lagne lga fir usne apna pani bich he chod diya or mere upper he let geya mai uthi or uska lund chusne lgi lund fir se khada ho geya to raja bola. What's your name?''Dermot. What's yours?''Do you really want to know? I want to be your Leannán Sí.'This surprises him. 'A Celtic vampire?'He feels her amusement. 'Shall we put that thrice-damned lie to the test? Write a poem for me.''I do some writing, but I'm no poet.'Gentle warmth flows through him. 'I would like you to write a poem for me.''I don't think I can.' The rising heat is now more seductive. She is exploring all of him at once. Her invisible tongue duels with his, flicks his ear,.