‘There was, however, one man who intrigued me. He would come every evening shortly after dusk, pick the darkest corner table, and watch me. He was v...ry handsome, very refined, well dressed. Not at all the sort you would have expected to frequent a whorehouse, more the sort to keep a mistress or two stashed away somewhere. ‘Often he would bring a book, and write by the light of a single candle for hours. Once I caught him sketching me. Always he came alone. ‘One evening, shortly before closing. Mr Jones was young for an executive president, most people guessed about forty. Tall, dark, with broad shoulders and an impressive build, the pants of his crisp, expensive suit wide open. Brittany was twenty-one years old and happy to flaunt. She stood 5’5, with a body that she loved to take care of with regular trips to gym and to the beach. Long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders, she had blue eyes, big pink lips, and nice perky 32DD breasts over a firm flat stomach, a nice round. " What,could he read minds as well??? She whimpered as his footsteps receded across the flagstone floor, then theypaused. "Oh by the way...happy birthday." She wept then, realising just how long she had been here, and how distantwas that fateful day, when all this had begun... *** Tara sat in the changing room, inhaling the unique and stimulating perfumeof leather and polish, barely able to repress her excitement at this, the chanceof a lifetime! She had long desired to play competitive polo in. Her dad saw her, “Hey sweetie!” he said, still in the pool, “Hi daddy.” Jess smiled, and layed down on a lawn chair, sun tanning. Her dad couldn’t stop staring at her. He started getting a boner, “But she’s my daughter….” He whispered to himself. Soon he was really hard. Jess got up and went inside. 3 minutes later, she came out with a bottle of suntan lotion. “Hey dad, can you rub this on me? I don’t wanna get all sticky with the lotion” “ummm……sure, baby” he smiled, getting out, trying to.