It still aroused me toget dolled up and to see me in the mirror, getting sluttier with eachstep.But in contrast to up to a few months ago, it's now my...duty to do it,in order to be a good whore, to satisfy my client and in turn the manwho forces me to do all this, my self elected pimp, Marc. And thethought of what might await me the very evening is always ratherfrightening. Additionally, I don't have lots of time to make myselffuckable, because I have to come directly after work and Marc. Soon she was across the corridor knocking at the door. Her heart was beating, she was feverish and breathing heavily, she had sparkling eyes and dilated pupils. She already had butterflies in her stomach, so when the man opened the door she started to flood him with incoherent explanations right away. Yet she let him smoothly pull her inside…He took her to the bathroom and left her with the package: “Try it on at least. And if you feel it, join us”. Mari then realized that, under her clothes,. “He’s like your protégé at this point. He’s not as good as you are. Yet. Speaking of which, is your situation such that I can collect on my marathon?”“So you ruled out the threesome?” I smirked.“Oh, poo! You can really be a prick, you know that?” she said with a smile. “Can I collect?”I thought about it. I had promised her, and I had relatively free rein from Kara for the Summer. I had to carefully consider each situation and decide if I could live with it. For Mary, I certainly could. I would. Anything and everything that was left in my closet got thrown out.The next Friday morning at five AM I got into my Ford to drive all the way out to throw the paper route in the Macon Road area for the last time. The husky, crew-cut, bull-necked teenager I'd trained for the last two weeks to take over the route was waiting in front of his home when I picked him up. The kid's name was Barry. Another kid waited with him, a thin, mop-headed kid who stood looking half asleep at the curb when I drove.