Morning, Sweetheart. I guess I was kind of lost in my thoughts there, wasn’t I? Just thinking about last night. The confusion is driving me up a wal...”.“Dad, I didn’t mean to confuse you last night. You know that I love you, even more this morning than I did yesterday. So do us both a favour. Talk to me”, Anita begged as she filled her coffee cup, then warmed her Dad‘s coffee.For the rest of the day, the two of them were a little distant. Jim spent a lot of time just sitting with his head in his. And imagining him wearing something else – sexy boxers, perhaps. The routine changed again, to one in which the cyclists stayed seated. Brittany glanced into the mirror at the front of the room. There was quite a jumble of bodies to look through, but finally she spotted him. God is he gorgeous. His face flushed, sweaty, and breathing hard, his brown hair tousled. Yeah, I’d like to see him like that, Brittany thought, except on top of me, not some stationary bike. Brittany pushed hard for the. She pulled my shirt over my head, as we continued our lust fueled adventure. She dug her nails in my back as I feverishly kissed her neck and worked my way down her body. I leaned back as she pulled her tank top off to once again reveal the greatest breasts I have even seen. “Are you gonna stare at them all day? Or you gonna do something?” She was practically begging me… I obliged, caressing her breasts, lightly biting her nipple, sucking on her breasts, making her want to scream in ecstasy. And who could he be?It is about time. I am getting myself ready for work. I am a prostitute—I prowl and walk the silent and dark streets out there at night, and by the break of dawn, I should have at least lured one fine-looking and filthy rich pocketed gentleman to bed, leaving him all still and motionless there in his tasteless sleep of death. What I do at night ... it is horrible and appalling to describe and relate to you. Truly!This is what I am going to be fine and comfortable in tonight..