Many of my customers were scheduled around my class times and it was very common for me to have fucked or sucked off one of my clients before I had sh...wn up to my professor’s lectures. I was leading a double life and it worked out well for me. I truly wanted to further my education, just as my father and mother had, but I knew that with the money I was making, as a high class prostitute, that there would be no reason to use my degree until I got older and wanted to leave the profession. We had. She's been married a while, no kids, and I assumed her home life was fine. I never thought she'd be getting any on the side, and I sure didn't expect to be the one giving it.Like a lot of guys, I normally take at least an oblique run at any pretty woman I get to know, and I do score often enough to keep off the bench. But Dee, well, as I said, she really didn't seem the type. So, OK, being wrong about a woman doesn't make me unique.I live quite a ways from most of my clients, so a few years ago. "Morning Dani," It was my husband. "I wanted to catch you before you left for work." "WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY?" I was pissed. "Do you know what day it was?" "Whoa, honey that's why I'm calling. I got called out of town for an emergency and don't know where my cell phone is." "You left it in the kitchen." "I'm sorry about last night. I tried to call from the airport but you weren't home." "I went dancing, ALONE!" I said trying to make him feel guilty. "I'm sorry. I will be home some time next. None of the characters in the story are under 18.My son lifted his glass.“Wait,” I said.I raised my glass and stood up and moved around behind his chair.“Oh son,” I whispered into his ear, “You don’t know how crazy you have been making me wondering if you wanted this!”I moved to place the collar around his neck, but then I stopped. Was it the way the light shined in the wine? Something was missing. Something was not right. My lust wanted me to take my son right away, but that was unclean,.