I was oozing, just like that guy said. He was also right about me when he said "she just may decide to leave him when she finds out what he's done" It...s a good thing Phil was gone for 4 more days.I was trying to make up my mind, should I go to the police? Should I leave Phil? should I go home? But the one question that just hung there in my mind is. How can I ever get that feeling? Here I sit, sore, mad, what should I do? I started my car put in reverse and pulled out of the parking lot. I just. I was only doing my job. I've been an escort since I was eighteen. I love my job. I meet lots of interesting people and have done lots of traveling.The money is really good and it's like just going on dates. Most men just want a pretty lady to accompany them. I've gone on a lot of interesting dates. I've dated men that were younger than me or men that are twice my age. It's been a very interesting three years.I've also been given the most amazing gifts. Some men have bought me Jimmy Choo shoes,. Ahhhh, but it's fun to tempt her! she realized.And Karen must have felt the same way, Laura realized. The black girl was wearing a tee-shirt with no bra beneath it, and tight acid-washed jeans that clung to her every curve. Laura could feel herself getting wet as soon as she stepped across the threshhold.Karen's barely concealed breasts jiggled enticingly under her tee- shirt, hard round balls of flesh that Laura had not touched for a couple of months. The swollen bulbs of Karen's large, dark. ”Libby looked puzzled. “I always thought he was gay?”Claire shrugged. “I think he’s what they call fluid these days,” she said. “It means he’ll fuck anything on legs. Including… well, never mind. Anyway, he really is a total slut, and game for anything. So I’m going to have a word with him, and see if he’s up for a little bit of fun.”Libby smiled. “Talking of fun…”“Oh don’t you worry, I’ve not finished with you yet,” said Claire. She leant over, put her hand between Libby’s legs and slipped two.