But even the bad memories served the purpose of telling me what was happening to me. Now, either because of alcohol or other intoxicants, even remembe...ing the events of the past day can be a chore. I used to have ambition, but now it is gone. I used to feel like there was something special about me, but now I see this "special something" as a raging gap between me and the rest of the world. As privileged as I pretend to feel at being something apart from the generally happy, stuck-up, grown-up. Loved her. Why did she not go back and visit? Shanna would let her. That wasn't the problem. Shanna was good about things like that, understanding the needs of families. Understanding HER needs. So, what was it?The singing stopped, the four adults applauding vigorously. Unable to help herself, Anelie added her own clapping. The kids WERE good, voices mixing together to make something unique.That the chorus had them "ribbiting" was just too cute.She glanced over at her men, now milling around. I found myself getting more into it. Jason took my dick as deep in his throat as he could and rolled his eyes in pleasure. I grabbed his hair and started to thrust into his mouth as he went down on it."You're really fucking good at this," I said, realizing I was out of breath.He took my cock out of his mouth for the first time and replied, "I told you, I love sucking cock."He sucked it harder this time around. I started to pay attention to his lips and how they puffed up as he sucked my cock.. I got out of bed and was getting dressed when Marcie said “there’s $1,000.00 in an envelope on the living room table. You were sure well worth it”. For some reason I drove home and felt cheap and degraded, I had fucked solely for money for the first time in my life. Was I now a whore? Well after I became well-known I got several more clients from Carla. Carla was happy with my work and by going on two or four dates a week. The money rolled in sometimes $3000.00 a week. I really didn’t mind.