"Okay. Everything went well forquite a while. There was a mutual give and take, so to speak.Unfortunately, one evening, after Cantrell had been a regu...ar guestmany times, our housemother expressed concern to us that Cantrell wasspending too much time at the house. To her, he seemed toocomfortable hanging out. She told us that his visits would have to berestricted. That very night, the sisters had a private meeting todiscuss a way for Cantrell to continue servicing us without ourhousemother. Lexi returned the look. I grabbed my coffee cup and headed back out to the living room to go to the computer. As I left the kitchen I could hear Lexi digging around for a coffee cup.I sat down at the puter, Lexi still had a few stories up. I looked at the one she had been reading. It wasn’t one of mine but was about a father and a daughter. I looked at the author as one I recognized. I didn’t particularly care for his writing, so I minimized the page and opened up a different one. I brought up. " Every eye turned to the gorgeous Aphrodite and few were the gods or goddesses that didn't gape at the celestial figure whose divine mammaries inspired anything but beating. When she was sure everyone was paying attention, the Goddess of Love stepped forward. "These are the lamest (no offense, Hephaestus, darling) ideas I have heard in a long time. 'Media blitz, ' 'grass roots campaign?' Give me a break! Stunts like that may get us on the cover of Time and on talk radio for a week, but in two. Emma slipped off her high heels and then laid down on the bed while her first paying client got undressed. When he was naked, he got on the bed as Emma spread her legs for him. She let out a loud moan when Mr. Smith slid his extremely hard cock into her pussy. Emma knew she had now officially become a prostitute, and that there was no turning back, as she started gyrating her hips while fucking Mr. Smith.Emma could not believe he would actually be the fortieth man to fuck her hot pussy, after.