.(She got up and turned around.Anwesha was wearing tight yoga pants. She looked back at me, topless and cute, while she jiggled her juicy ass in those...tight pants. I kept sending her credits so that she’d keep going. That’s when she finally lowered those pants down to just below her ass cheeks and made those juicy cheeks bounce.Me: Oh shit!Anwesha: Yea? I am turned on too! Play with me handsome! Let’s get going.I asked her to come sit in front of the screen after putting her pants on. She had. Hell, maybe $200. Just make the prices up as you go along."I liked that idea. I liked that idea a lot. And the next day, I began my job as a professional hooker. --------------------------------------------To start me off, Michelle called one of her old clients and told him about me. He wanted to meet me and, of course, have some fun with me. Michelle had given me his address, phone number and told me about his schoolgirl fetish. So from that, I pieced together the absolute perfect outfit. I. At least by wearing the bland clothes I kept from thecharity shops nobody but me was ever going to see them.Anyway, back to that parcel. It wasn't a big one, but I had to sign forit - with a scribble that might one day become a recognised signature.It was from Evan, or the real Kirsty. I didn't even know how to refer tohim/her/it - "The bastard" might do. Inside was a small, plain notebook.On the first page was written a single word - sorry. Like that would cutit. On subsequent pages That. When I arrived, I was already dressed in my purple leggings that Miss loves so much. As I was escorted in to her home and into the bedroom, I saw all of the devices that my Mistress had covering the bed. Various floggers, paddles restraints, and most important of them all was the collar that we had purchased just the previous week complete with a tag on it. One side of the tag had the date of our first session and my Mistress' name. The other, my name that Miss knew me by prior to even our.