Mom has always told me not to be ashamed of her being a whore because she's not ashamed. And I'm not ashamed of her either. I'm proud of my Mom for be...ng such an expert and successful practitioner of her chosen profession and I'm happy that she is such a top flight whore.Whores like Mom are sometimes known as call girls or escorts. But even among call girls there is a distinction between those that are just average sex performers and those who are known for always delivering top of the line,. She paused to look herself over in the full length mirror on the back of her door. Her critical eye took in the curves she had so hoped for years to develop. Her breasts were cones, topped by beige areolas with slightly darker nipples. Those nipples were harder than usual, poking out from the tips of her breasts, and they still tingled. Idly, her fingers came to squeeze each one and the electric zings that produced shocked her.She looked at her pubic hair, which was sparse and reddish brown.. The girls really taught me a lot that summer. We would be working in the kitchen while the guys would be fixing thecars which with all their driving that summer seemed always in need ofrepair. I rarely brought up work. Seeing these loving couples together made me yearn to be in love. Imasked it the best I could but it was still there. I wasn't jealous Ijust wanted the same thing. I really started wanting my surgery more andmore but I would still have to wait until next year before I had. “I hope so,” replied John.“I hope so too,” said Pete.“Wow, this room is getting very hot!” said Frank.“Where are the women?” asked Marcus.“I will go invite them in now boys…give me just a minute,” answered Louis.Louis left the room and so we all took a moment to refresh all the drinks and as we did so we could hear the sounds of the women laughing, chatting and then came a knock on the door.Jack opened the door and Claudia led the women into the room, each one of them wearing a bathrobe.After.