"Good girl. My good little bitch."She praised me. Her voice sounding so very loving.I looked up at her, ever so briefly, to smile proudly at her,befor... quickly returning to my licking duties.She finally stopped me after a minute or 2.Placing a hand under my chin, she lifted my head up, making me look up at her.She looked so beautiful. Never mind being the devil, she looked like a goddess, in all her sweaty naked post-coital glory."You missed a spot."She told me, whilst smiling warmly at. " Hey, I ain't comin' Out, what the fuck — ow" Beth pinched me, "I'm not gay. Just, I mean, Jared said it was cool." You didn't have to do it." Jared glowered."Dude! Chill! It's cool. I'm not tryin' ta steal your man. Jesus! Give me a break. I thought the whole point of this was to try new stuff. Y'know — be open. 'Sides, you let a girl do you twice." Yeah," Jared said glumly, "I know. Now everybody think I'm really straight. It's a nightmare." How bad can being straight be?" Steph asked."You. Along with my sister, who was divorced by then, and myself, I guess we kinda raised a lilt girl that made us proud. In fact I played father figure but nothing else. 

A few years go by and I moved to the country, bought a small "gentlemen's farm" and settled in the country.My sister and Kim would often come to my place, I've never married, so they had 2 rooms. We were quite comfortable. When Kim got her baby, I told her she was welcome anytime for a break, away from the city, just to breath. But we figured we could manage. The bedroom had a double bed and a nightstand she stocked with condoms, handy wipes, tissues, and lubricant. There was an old dresser that she used for sheets and pillowcases and a closet for spare clothes.Jenny and I went downtown that night and started casing the bars. We talked to the bartenders to get an idea of who patronized their establishments. Most of them catered to the college crowd. The bartenders in the college crowd bars told us working girls were.