I was standing on a mattress! "Wait ... what is going on here?"I looked up, shocked. The entire room was lit with soft lights and candlelight. The flo...rs were covered, wall to wall, with mattresses and blankets and comforters. Around the perimeter of the room were some old, soft, overstuffed sofas and dozens upon dozens of soft, fluffy throw pillowsBut it wasn't the furniture that immediately caught my attention. No, what caught my attention were the girls. Eight girls, sitting on sofas,. ’ He was divorced, in his late 40s, average looking. He would always start conversations with me, and lately they were becoming explicit and definitely over the line. Things such as who my girlfriend was, did I prefer a girl with big tits or a big ass, etc. It didn’t bother me but I definitely noticed it. Mr. L kept some expensive things in his garage. I saw his new basketball and I knew I wanted it. So one day when I had a garage drop off delivery, I succumbed to temptation and decided to. She said she’d had to and I quote ‘sell her body in a bad situation,’ too; but that she’d finally straightened out, but that was the last I heard. I was already walking away from our table.”I shook my head. “Myron, she hadn’t been eating much when we rescued her. She’d lost a lot of weight – a lot. She was emaciated when we found her. Her ribs showed and she was gaunt, and she’s not that body type; and her hair was falling out. She didn’t have money for food. She was sleeping on the streets,. When the lesson came to a close most of the girls hurried to the changing room, except for Rachel and Ms Writ who helped me out of the pool. Ms Writ made a joke about not having any blood left for my legs as they were very wobbly.When we reached the showers we rinsed the chlorine off and Rachel and I took off our swimming costumes. Rachel and I stood there under a jet of water, she kept staring at my erect penis until her arm reached forward to grab it.Ms Writ had grabbed Rachel, stood her.