The moment we've all been waiting for is here. I turn towards her and watch her eyes go directly to my hard on. Her eyes glance to my face and we make...eye contact as I settle onto my back."Very nice," she says, smiling at my rod sticking up like a damn flagpole. "Isn't this better without the confines of the briefs?" she asks."We'll see," I answer cryptically, smiling back at her. She doesn't respond but just starts massaging my chest. Again the massage continues as before moving to my arms and. Degrading things." She buried her face in her hands crying uncontrollably once again.Karen now felt that she had a pretty fair idea of what had happened to Elisabeth. She didn't feel qualified or even necessarily comfortable taking on the role of psychologist, but she remembered how confused she had felt after her father had raped her the first time. If someone, anyone had been there to help snap her out of self-guilt it could have been easier.Karen pulled Elisabeth's hands away from her face,. This encouraged me to show off more of my body to make the tips he expected.Only once did I regret the job. That occurred when I was filling in for a girl at a bar in Mountain View where I grew up. I was sent there on a Saturday afternoon for a show. Unfortunately for me, it was a well-attended show and I was recognized by friends from high school as well as friends of my brothers. The bar had an outdoor area with tables and they played volleyball and other games out there. It was a hot day. It was late at night and I realised that I could dress up and have fun without being caught. The feeling of freedom was enlightening, and I was so sexually excited at the prospect. I had a large wardrobe in my bed room with a full length mirror on one side. I put on the suspenders, stockings, a teddy and a pair of panties. The feel of the stockings and silky panties against my skin made me so turned on and unbelievably horny. I walked in front of the mirror with my eyes closed and stood for a.