I believe I can acquaint you with a very lovely young lady named Angela. Once you give me a room number we can set a time.”“Uh, what should I do, ...nvite her to the bar for a drink, buy her dinner first?”“Oh, Mr. Smith, this must be your first encounter with a working girl. We don’t expect the niceties of an evening on the town unless you invite us. We are to serve you, if you want to take care of business immediately that is not unexpected nor considered rude. Call me when you know which door. “UGH, FINALLY! I’m fuckin’ starving and need to hurry before this meeting!” “I’m sorry, Jason.” My voice is small and quite as I sit the bag on his desk in front of him and put the cup of soda on his coaster. His iPhone and iPad are shoved into my hands as he demands that I make sure everything is ready for the meeting he has with one of his artists. As soon as I take a seat in the cushiony chair at my desk with his things, he huffs. “Damn it, Jennifer! You know I hate fucking pickles and. It was a beautiful room with a high ceiling, rich carpeting and dramatic use of lighting and burgundy velour draperies. What immediately drew my eye was a row of short pedestals on each of which stood a scantily clad slave. There was one male slave wearing only a pair of short shorts, and four female slaves each wearing a brief sleeveless midriff baring top and a pair of short shorts. Each slave was brilliantly lit by multiple spotlights somewhere up in the ceiling. All were slender and. Barbie kept squirting. I had never seen anyone maintain an orgasm for that long. Then again I had never seen anyone have sex with an animal before. For all I knew, this was normal. By the time the final squirt oozed out of my daughter’s slit, I had given up. What I had just witnessed was too much for my brain to handle. The only way I could avoid going completely insane was to stop thinking about the incredible perversity of my child’s actions and simply enjoy the show. Or at least tolerate it..