"Do you pay me or do they?" They pay twenty each for the hour. I take some for the lights and rent, and you get a hundred."She nodded, stripped off he... skinny pants and got into a man's long-tailed white shirt."Don't bother it button it," he said with a smile. "This counts as nude."The hour went fast, they took a break with some herbal tea and then another group of men arrived and they did another hour of snapping and posing, some of it with the shirt in her hand. By lunchtime, Astrid had made. She was squirting, relishing an extremely intense orgasm and I wanted every last drop of her. Finally her body came to rest and she omitted a huge sigh of relief and contentment. I removed my face from between her thighs and leant forward to kiss her passionately on the mouth. Our tongues danced together and I playfully bit and licked all around her lips. She pulled away from me and quietly said, “Now fuck me.” I rose from the floor as she repositioned herself length ways on the bed, leaving. I must have picked her up, or maybe she picked me up, in the Black Swan, aka the Mucky Duck, the local pub where horny young men met equally horny young women. Most of the clientèle were under-age for drinking, and some under-age for shagging, but blind eyes were turned by the proprietor of the pub, who probably had an arrangement with the local law.Generally, during the week I had special leave because of the Military Medal award, after getting off with a bird in the Mucky Duck it would be out. It was noon on a Tuesday. He hadn’t smoked weed since the weekend, so he wasn’t high. And he generally didn’t hallucinate, so he didn’t think he was psychotic. He looked around his dorm room and focused on a pile of clean clothes that had been sitting in his laundry basket for a couple of days.“Would you mind folding those clothes?”The elderly man walked over to the pile, picked up a wrinkled blue t-shirt, and carefully folded it.“Jesus,” Mark said. “Are you a genie or a maid?”The elderly man.