And from then on I became all the more determined to leave this country, even if it meant I had to be a prostitute.I made the phone call to my boss, t...arfully telling him that I have been caught by the police. He promised me that his chauffeur would pick me up and pay for my bail money. The other girls who cannot afford the bail money were all crying and begging the police. I felt sorry for them. I was the lucky one I guess.After six months of training, I was hired by Master to work at his. After all, I'd left him the note. It was up to him to decide whether he'd act on it and join me. He'd been with my best friend hosting a party out on the patio. Last I checked, he'd been manning the barbecue as Alison's friends lined up for burgers to take to the table which held all kinds of fixings.Later there would be chocolate cake, devil's food layered with dark chocolate. Alison had turned 21 and soon I'd join her. I'd left my gift for her with the others, some of her favorite collections. My hair hungdown past my shoulders, pulling the eye to my chest, not that you couldmiss them. My breasts were enormous, two large globes the size of honeydew melons, perk and firm, with appropriate areolas with largeprotruding nipples. They hung slightly, causing a sort of tear dropshape, but I had seen tits much smaller in my life hang much lower. Mystomach was defined, let soft. You could see the hint of my muscularabdomen, but nothing that would make one think anymore than I was inshape. My. We would go parking out on to the Airfield, where he was supposed to teach me to drive. A Military Land Rover has to be the most uncomfortable vehicle to make love in. It was not too bad when I gave him blow jobs, although I was a bit scrunched up, but there was only one decent way to have sex. I would play with his cock or suck it as he drove, then he would park in a quiet spot and we would get out of the vehicle and leave my door open. Then I would lean over the seat and he would lift up my.