"I'm so fuckin' glad this'll be gone soon," he said and wondered if he should jerk off or try and holdout until midnight."Hey handsome!" Mom smiled as...she strolled into his room, wearing a sheer blue top and a pair of matching, sheer panties. She lay down and moved as close to him as she could possible get, smashing his stiff cock on her stomach. "Only twelve more hours," she whispered to her son and Mom couldn't resist holding his raging cock. "My poor, widdle baby! Mommy wishes she could help. Are you sure your business is with her?”“Oh, I just wanted her to walk with me to my office and catch up on news about her daughter,” replied Ed.The receptionist said, “I know everyone that has an office here and you do not have an office, Sir.”As far as she knew, she was telling the truth. Getting tired of playing games, Ed said, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to call Ellen.”“Which Ellen Sir?”“Ellen Faber,” replied Ed.Raising an eyebrow at Ed, the woman sat back and said, “May I tell her who. And, we rented several fur coats which seemed to be the customary covering garb for the girls in other limos. The prices of a blow job and a quick fuck were amazing, especially since we could work those deal right in the limo. And we had no trouble recouping the expenses incurred, and having a lot of money left over for ourselves. It does pay to be innovative and willing to try something new even in Paris. Being young and speaking English helped a lot. During the day, I did a lot of shopping,. Grady told me, ?your father’s been in a car accident. He’s alive, but he’s badly injured.?As tears streamed down my face, Mr. Grady explained what had happened. He had been T-boned by a drunk driver at an intersection. Even worse, Dad had been laid off last month, and they had no health insurance. And with the car a wreck, the only way we could pay the medical bills was if Dad sold me. I was his eldest daughter, and the only one over sixteen (I was seventeen, to be precise).?It’ll take a few.