He simply had never been with any particular woman long enough to buy intimate apparel. His lovers had always had their own, or had never had anything...this fancy, especially the younger ones. He looked around in considerable confusion until he was rescued by the approach of a pretty woman in her early twenties.The salesclerk had substantial experience with embarrassed boyfriends and husbands and asked if he had seen anything on any of the posters or mannequins spaced around the store. Peter. “You are the enemy I...” Here she brought up her camera shifting several adjustments pointing it at me.I started to laugh, inside my small domain there wasn’t much that could hurt me. Again she gasp as she tried more than a few settings to no avail. Reaching out I snatched the camera from her looking at the soul capture setting she’d been trying to use on me.Tsking I told her, “such an adult toy for a child to be using.”“I am not a chi...” she started though I waved my hand over her silencing. She briefly heard him say he liked a rough fuck and enjoyed using a good mouth for its real purpose. She knelt in front of the guest, wishing she could smooth her hair down and get the sour taste of him out of her mouth. Again she was aware of his submissive watching her, whether it was with interest or, another emotion she could not quite identify, she was not sure. But this submissive intrigued her, what was she thinking as she watched the evening unfold in front of her, watching, yet not. He assumed that I was somehow involved in theater or nonprofit worksince I lived in a rather modest apartment."So what exactly do you do?" he asked. I tried to answer ingeneralities but he kept asking specific questions. Finally I said, "Areyou sure you want to know?" That brought him up short for a second andthen he nodded slowly. "I'm an escort or some people call us hookers."The sentence hung in the air for what must have been 10 seconds. Icouldn't look him in the eyes and I got up and.