She noticed Tracey staring at her through the glass. She gave Tracey a toothless grin and held up a paper cup. She jingled it as if to say, "Give me s...me money."The old woman morphed back into the hooker then back into the original girl. There was still something different about her though, and it wasn't just the fact that Tracey could see her black bra through her thin white shirt. The girl's aura had changed."She's blowing all the partners at the firm. They pass her around like an Applebee's. Once I finished showering, I towel off and I see that Keith left me some clothes to sleep in. Once I finish drying off and putting on the clothes, I tell Keith that he can take a shower. He gets up from the bed and walks towards me. He gives me a quick kiss before he gets into the shower. I get into bed and I wait for Keith to finish his shower. He finally finishes and he joins me in bed. We kiss goodnight and we fall asleep.I wake up to Keith shaking me awake.“It’s time to get up. We need to. I take of her nightie and make her nude. She also pulls down my shorts and we kiss. After frenching for some time, I play around with her nipples and she rubs my thighs and near my cock. I slowly move down to her cunt and rub around it, still kissing her mouth. (Incidentally Neha is 32B-26-36 – compact breasts good ass and trimmed cunt, she is very fair. She has long slender cunt lips which are light brown in color. Inside she is normally pink but when excited the insides of her cunt get blood. I just stand there staring at the roses, feeling a mix of anger and sick excitement bubble up inside my stomach. Thing is, Kelly couldn’t be more right in her description of my not so secret admirer, the guy whose sending me these flowers is obsessed, he’s also completely sick in the head. His name is Timothy Bryant, but I and Kelly nicknamed him Sicko 23 within days of meeting him, he’s the kinda guy you see sat at a subway station and just think there’s just something not right about him..