.. have always liked numbers. They're solid, predictable... if you do it properly, the answer is always right.Wait... let me start again, from the beg...nning. My name, yes, my name. My name is David Martin. Not an uncommon name, probably a bunch of David Martins in the telephone book. I'm 28 years old now, my sandy hair starting to turn a little gray on the sides. I think it's a little early for me to start getting gray, but it does run in my family. I guess I'm rather ordinary,, nothing. ’ I’m not sure why I said what I did next. It could be that I was feeling sorry for the girl or I could have been that I felt Crystal really did want out of the business, like her two friends were obviously going to get. But Crystal needed a little help. ‘Well, you could come to live at Anna and my house and study from there. You know yourself how dangerous being on the game is, Crystal,’ I suggested. ‘Are you nuts? Why would you want a hooker living in your house for?’ ‘I don’t want a hooker. With my father leaving early and finishing late it's up to me to pass messages to the painters before I leave for school every morning.Now the painters, woo who. Matt, the boss, and Jeff his offsider and go-fer are an easy on the eye team. Matt, mid 40's, solid build and nicely tanned. Has a daughter in some of my classes, real snobby bitch called Tanya. Jeff is 18 or 19 and just learning the business so does all the grunt work.Day 4 of the job and the guys were getting organised while I was. That’s when her body stiffened, her toes curled and she held him close saying, “Stay right there.”As things calmed down a bit he slipped on the condom, got in position then kind of drove her crazy by just massaging her pussy with the head of his cock.After what seemed a long while he penetrated her vagina and she rolled her hips just a bit to give him a better angle. She’s always a bit uncomfortable at first but then things loosened up and its fine.Once the fucking began it was slow and.