It took very little time for Jessie to realize that not all men were like Bill Tate. It was a while before she became used to hearing herself referred...to as a whore. Many of the men used the term matter of factly, with no derogatory meaning behind it. Some even used it as a compliment, and her clients frequently told her that ‘she was the most beautiful whore he’d ever seen’ or ‘I’ve never fucked a whore as tight as you are’, and so on. But, there were a few who enjoyed using the term to. I smiled back, to reassure her, but conversation was difficult, so I did not try to say anything else.Then it occured to me that the situation had possibilities. Provided nothing really bad happened, she was most unlikely to make any real complaint, or be easily understood or believed if she did. I smiled at her again and unzipped my trousers.'Excuse me,' I said, ' just trying to make myself comfortable.' and I smiled again. She smiled as well, and then I saw her eyes open wide as she watched. Her hand was warm, almost hot on the delicate skin of my cock. Her hands were slick from the massage, and her silky, gliding touch was practiced and assured. But I didn't want a handjob. I knew what I wanted.< I want that cock in me >She stroked me ... then I noticed a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she fought the rush of desire that hit her. It went straight from her deepest thoughts down into her pussy, and she could feel the burn start.< Fuck, my pussy smells good. My cunt's hot for. We will be able to do this out the prying eyes of the government or media. We can offer them an opportunity to relax and indulge themselves.” Bill stated.“Hell we’ve got a county commissioner in Alabama where we want to build a hazardous landfill. He’s a little, short fat man with a weakness for thin, dark skinned girls with big tits. We’ve tried to hook him up but he always gets gun shy. It it was up to his wife, we could buy him. He’s afraid he’ll get caught. But take him to an international.