I take care of you because I don’t see you as a piece of trash to throw away after use. Do as what I say and you’ll be fine. Refuse and you’ll b... fine too, but you’ll be a few marks richer. Understood?”“Yes master” they replied in unison. I didn’t really know what kind of effect my explanation had. They had listened intently and seemed slightly comforted when I told them I would take care of them. I had hope for some kind of trust, love, confusion effect. I continued on a harsher. We ended up in a country music club that featured local bands and groups. We listened to a few songs and enjoyed a beer. We even tried line dancing for a while. Kate watched our things while Jenny and I, Vicky and Lorrie danced a couple of dances; the girl dancing with girl kind of things. We were out on the floor when the tempo changed to slow songs. I shrugged my shoulders for the public effect then pulled Jenny close. She rested her head on my shoulder as we danced to the song and music. I. I ate pizza while I made fun of my images. The critique from both of us was merciless until a shot of me in the over sized jean and sweater. "Holy shit, I love that," I said."You know that's why I like you," Wilma said. "It isn't all about the glamor with you. You recognize the art. Most models would cringe at that image, but you embrace it." Is that a good thing in a model?" I asked."Probably not, but it is a great thing for someone in a pair of the client's jeans," she said."Well if you can. Did she still have it in her, would guys still die to get a piece of her. She got up in her nightdress and stood in front of the big mirror. The pink robe sticking to her body her curves clearly visible she removed her nightdress and stood naked in front of the mirror. She touched her breast and pressed her nipples , she was getting wet down below. She looked just as hot as she did in college. She turned around and looked at her firm ass. She loved herself, she knew she was one of a kind. Harsh.