“You ok?” Leah peeped over the edge of the bed. “Robert?” She sounded as confused as he felt. “Leah…” He stuttered. He couldn’t think...of anything more to say. Lying on the floor he looked at the face of the teen.“She wants me.” The sudden revelation took him by surprise. Leah didn’t know what to say either. “I’ll make us something to eat.” He stood up and went to the kitchen. For the next twenty minutes, they didn’t say a thing. Acting as if nothing had happened Leah went back to her own. "Slave, come in here" you hear bellowing through the penthouse. You get up, but your knees buckle slightly as the quick movement getting out of bed has made the pressure in your ass change and zap you with a little pulse of pleasure.You walk into the living room and there in the middle of the floor is something you never thought you would see, your Master is on his hands and knees with a woman under him fucking her doggie style. Looking closer you realize that it is your friend Lori. Your mind. He grinned to take the sting out of it. “Making love to a woman is hard work. You have to pay attention to her and make sure she gets to where she needs to go, before you take care of yourself. It’s all about making her happy. Then, when you know she’s happy, it’s okay to be happy about it yourself.”“I don’t think other men are like that,” said Paula. “Every time I’ve gotten close, the guy was saying he was dying and begging. It never sounded much like he cared how I felt. One of them even lied. ”Donna’s turn:Las Vegas is peculiar in some ways, but probably not in other ways. It’s entirely about entertainment. Casinos, restaurants, celebrity shows, bars, and prostitution. Yup, I know prostitution is illegal there, which means very little in reality. But all of this is entertainment, when you think about it. And I tried it out there, for a while.No, I was never an actual prostitute, but I was effectively doing the same thing, one man after another -- trading my body for short-term.