She whispers to me as she unzips... “A 10-second timer came on.”She pulled her zipper down below her breasts, then pulled each side open, exposing...her breasts, they still rested nicely with very little sag to them. She looked up and to the left, trying to avoid any eye contact with anyone, including myself.Looking out at the 4 of them standing just 5 feet away, the young man was looking over my wife’s breasts intently. He said something but I couldn’t tell what it was. Then the young woman says. And she stood in the center of the room, totally unaffected and unaware of the fact that she was the most divine creature there. I was older, wiser and had some money I had inherited. Through luck and sheer stupidity, I had managed to irk it out so that I could live comfortably while working lightly. I tended to state I was a writer although I was lucky to get a story or two published a year. I was prolific at it though for I had a fear of becoming lazy. I tried to churn out something each. I spent the entire three days figuring out how to approach this.The responsible adult in me said to let sleeping dogs lie so to speak. I assumed that she was vulnerable at this point and did not want to take advantage of her. You'd probably say that I had already jerked off to her, what more could I do right? You'd be right, but in my defense, come on!! In a sense, my privacy had been invaded as well, if push came to shove, that would be my story...After careful consideration, I decided to. I was found a café that was willing to let me work for free, but keep half of any 'extras' I earned." But that's criminal!" I know, but it was still the best I could get at the time and I needed to start paying earning back one hundred and fifty thousand dollars ASAP." One hundred and fifty? I thought it was two hundred and twenty-five?" If you remember, clients were allowed to choose either financial or sexual payback. Approximately one in three chose the sexual option. I spent an entire year.