At 19 I landed a good job in a small but active travel agency just outside the city. I loved that job and enjoyed a host of benefits that came with it... But the most enjoyment I had in my eleven years was with my Boss, we'll call him Daniel, as I'd never dream, of outing anyone, not my style at all.I remember the rush that came over me at the interview that first day we met. My pussy was moist gfrom that very moment I lay eyes on him. God he was such a handsome man and sixeen years my senior. He. He would make all the arrangements and we should split the profits 50/50. I thought it was worth a try, so I accepted his terms. When it was time to serve the first customer my new pimp said I had to travel to Amsterdam and check in to a hotel (expenses would be paid to me later). I was not so happy about this so I asked my pimp for a new client, closer to where I live. He replied that a whore should let the pimp do the thinking. If I didn't accept that, he would cut me off and he would find a. Some of the cowboys just inside the entrance were twirling their lariats with a flair for showmanship making goo-goo eyes at the young girls flouncing excitedly in their ankle length Sunday dresses and button holed shoes.We merged into the crowd but stood out because our workers were dressed for hard labor on the track building project and our females were all gussied up for getting the slackers into the drinking tent and flat on their back in one of the private rooms for some mid-day. We'll talk there."We sat in the living room. I said nothing, waiting for her tears to stop. She continually dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, still sobbing. After a while, she sat upright and opened her mouth to speak, but started bawling all over again. I got up to bring in more lemonade, and when I get back she was composed."May I start at the beginning?" Of course, dear." I guessed that I was about to hear her whole sexual history, and I was right."I was a virgin when I went to college. My.