" I said"What did you have in mind?" Wilma asked."I'm thinking dog house to celebrate. It sounds like the kind of thing that only a hot dog could do j...stice," I said."Lucy, I know you think this is a joke, but it could lead to some serious money," she said."Wilma, do I look like the type to go through all that model bullshit, I mean some college kid wanted to draw me and then draw me nude. Then I did some things for you, but that's not New York runway stuff." Okay make light of it, but mark my. That might cause it to awaken again and I’d pleasure it with my mouth, urging tumescence for another sensuous visit to my hungry twat.When I moved away for my first job and got my bodily makeover, it was time to expand my horizons so I invested in an IUD. Now was the challenge of finding compatible sex partners. Notice that I used the plural. Monogamy wasn’t a necessary part of my moral structure until I made a life-partner commitment, and it might not be then either.I had decided that older. His breath smelled sweet, like the mint candies some of her clients would use. "I need to know your name. The real one. The one you were born with."She sobbed."Now, are you going to tell me?"She nodded her head as best she could with the hold he had on her head. He released it. She jerked her head away. The window was too dark to see the streets outside. They would be too dark for anyone to see her. As if anyone would notice her, just another street whore. She choked on another sob."Marguerite. She didn't need to think. They had discussed safewords, as part of their teasing flirtation. She knew the words that would make him release her, no matter what she told him now. She also knew that her stubborn streak would stop her using those words in all but the direst circumstances, even if she was humiliated, even if she was degraded, even if he ejaculated inside her in front of a crowd of her friends."Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes."They had both spoken quietly, but Collar had heard. Her.