“He doesn’t know for sure. Just like he doesn’t know if I am obeying the rules when he isn’t here. He verifies it by checking up on me. He kno...s some of my regular customers, and they let him know. He inspects me before I leave the house and when I come home to see if I tried to hide any of my tips from him. I would be tempted to misbehave if your Father didn’t check up on me, Sir.” She explained.I asked her why she was a whore and not a job working as something else.“Are you planning to give. You keep on seeing instant messages from the various guys watching you saying things like “Hi want to chat?”, “Look at the cheap whore pleasuring herself”, “Hi honey A/S/L?”, “Watch me wank my big cock on cam Babe”, “That’s it slut show me how you fuck yourself” “Hi sexy” etc. The messages calling you names like cheap whore, slut etc are really turning you on and they all seem to be coming from the same person. The cheeky bastard even starts trying to direct you with his messages “Squeeze your. But, it isn’t. It was just our own unbridled lust percolating to the surface.” “I’m feeling kind of like an unprincipled whore,” Cary said, into her cup. Andrea poured the water into the reservoir of the coffee maker. “And now you’re afraid your husband will not love you because you let it happen. You think he won’t love you, won’t respect the slut that you’ve revealed dwells deep inside you. Is that pretty close?” “Pretty much dead on,” she said. Andrea looked at me. “Tell her,” she ordered.. It was a crowded Saturday night. Up until then I only ever went in there on week days after work, I knew it was seedy, but not like that. Ellie unzipped my fly, reached in and just pulled my cock out. She squeezed it and tugged on it a while. My head was on a nervous swivel. Looking around the room I missed her dig some sort of lube out of her bag. Caught me off guard with that, I busted almost instantaneously. All over the floor. She was pissed. I learned later it was customary to give them a.