I need you freshfor tomorrow."Vanessa turned to the mirror on the wall and retouched her make up as Ileft her office, but I don't think she meant me t... see her smile andwink at the mirror as I closed the door.I don't know how I managed to get home that night. My mind was reelingfrom the sensory overload I had gone through that evening. I stumbledback to my tiny flat and I collapsed on the bed. I felt tears of shameprick my eyes as I remembered how Vanessa had humiliated me. She hadmade me kneel. As I was jamming out loading up a couple of washers to the music.Right as I was getting done, a very sexy Goddess walked in. She was in her early thirties, about 5'6” maybe 130 lbs, short black hair right below her ears, bright green eyes. She had plump lips that were bright pink and she licked them as she walked in. Her skin was a medium tan, not to over done by the sun or a salon. She was wearing short shorts showing off her long slender legs and a baby doll tee with a TOOL logo that hugged. Gretchen was the exception.She was just past thirty and still going strong. This street was one of many streets she had walked in different cities and in different countries. Gretchen had started her career in prostitution when she was only sixteen in one of the larger cities of the German Republic and her first customer was a policeman that happily took her cherry with a smile on his happy face. For some strange reason, she associated that with him laughing at her following orders flat on her. Her body trembled, shaking with the long anticipated arrival of her first orgasm, the wave hitting her like the ocean breaking upon the rocks of a distant beach. ‘Give it to me,’ she said softly. ‘Fuck me baby. Give me what I’ve been waiting for.’ I did. I eased myself into her, feeling every inch of her wetness, loving every second of our coupling. She was tighter than I remember, her sex seeming to barely grant me admittance. A few gentle strokes later, I fucked her. It wasn’t soft and.