Part of it was that her reasons were none of his damn business. A bigger part was that she didn't really want to confront those reasons. She didn't wa...t to acknowledge that she was selling herself for a few dollars. While she called herself a call girl or an escort or even a courtesan, the truth is that she was nothing more than a prostitute. A whore."Look ... I was out of—" Alan said and reached for the ignition to start the car."No," she patted his hand reassuringly. "It's okay. No one has. Are you sure you're not rushing things too much?" I'm sure. And anyway, we've got a doctor practically living here."She looked at me. "Are you OK with that, Honey? I know how you felt about Daddy..." I'm fine, Mom. I know how Daddy feels about living here. But you better get off the stick and make sure to tie that man down or I may take him away from you. You know what they say. Turnaround is fair play." Leslie! You wouldn't!"She looked scared that I would. As if I could even get that man to. Trying to dismiss the thought, she finished dressing and hurried to prepare for the important meeting.As Veronica followed Betty into the conference room she immediately felt uncomfortable. The man sitting at the table was close to eighty, but his eyes were glued to Veronica from the moment she entered."Ed Pilfor, Veronica Ames," indicated Betty in introduction.Veronica extended her hand, but the moment he touched her, she looked into his eyes and saw he was nothing but an old lecher. His eyes. I was covered in sweat and cum from my other actions. My knees were weak and my pussy was a little sore from having at least four cocks inside of me over the course of the night. While I had wanted one more round with Glade, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the furs. I slept soundly, for the first time in a week.I woke late, much later than usual. Glade was nowhere to be found, but there was a covered plate with some slightly charred eggs and lukewarm coffee on the table. I pulled on one of.