“Let’s move this to the bedroom”.I eased off of him and pulled up my panties before walking to the bedroom. I went first so he could check me ou... in my little uniform. Before long, I found myself laying in the center of his bed, with my legs bent and open for his viewing pleasure.Mark stood at the edge of the bed and pulled off his shirt, exposing his strong stomach and muscular chest which were both coated in dark curls of hair. Something to grab onto, I thought to myself.He slipped off his. Wait, let me think one second, if the angel face is the brunette hooker, maybe I'm the blond one.I look around to find a room, a big room, two beds, a huge wardrobe behind me, in front of me a big desk, with many girlie things on that and a mirror. Now is time to face the fear, I stand up noticing my really tiny feet, and how different is the sensation of this body, if I have to describe with one word, this word is soft, I am extremely soft.I walk to the mirror, and yes, I am the blond hooker.. He does not want to lose the job, and he doesn’t want to do anything at all that will get his parole revoked.”“And your talk with Doctor Mercer?”“Good, as always,” I replied. “Angie is making slow progress, but that was to be expected. Doctor Mercer wants me to call her more regularly. And obviously report if Angie says anything inappropriate.”“Doctor Mercer isn’t worried that Angie will form some kind of attachment?”“She already has one, and it was basically the first thing to emerge when they. She picked up a few and then headed for trial and finally came backand bought couple of them. With her shopping we lost all time and it was verylate so we again took a metro and reach Patel Nagar, picked our cars anddeparted. I kept on thinking about that close moment in metro for next twodays. On Monday morning at 7 am, I got a call from Neha, she told me that she is notfeeling well hence not going office and she asked me can I come to her house togive her some company today. Just hearing this.