“Bambi, I’m not gay,” I told her as she blushed when she looked back between her legs to see I was getting a perfect view of her brown eye and b...ld vulva. “I’m a boy who was trapped in a boarding school prison. The only naked girls or women I have seen are from ancient, almost worn through, sticky porn magazines someone snuck in sometime back in the seventies. You just happen to be the first naked girl I have ever seen in person. Before I didn’t even count that because you were being a complete. Now she knew exactly who she was dealing with, sadly not for the first time. She had to admit though, he was a smooth mother fucker. “I am not a pimp Mrs Hounslow” Kris admonished quietly. “I am a male escort, a gigolo, a prostitute”. That shut them up pretty quick he thought. Their eyes had gone wide but then Helen’s brow furrowed in a disbelieving frown. “You’re telling me my husband hired a male prostitute?” She asked incredulously.“No, no”. Kris explained. “He hired Clarissa, my associate”.. “Tell me this,” I said, “Is the reason why you never called back was because you thought I was some kind of loose slut? The kind of woman you couldn’t have around your daughter? The kind of woman you couldn’t bring around to meet your parents? Because if those were your assumptions, I blew them right out of the water.” He looked humble, and said, “You proved yourself before you came into my house. Your son is an awesome kid. If I had my way, I wouldn’t want another gentleman around my daughter.. One cloudy Friday morning she woke up and did her usual morning things – went to shower, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth and so on. Then she took black lacy panties and white lacy bra. Over them she put her usual blouse and skirt. She put on her heels, took her purse and went out of her house. She locked the door and went to her car. She opened it, got in and started it. It coughed but didn't start. She tried again but it didn't seem to work. After some more tries (which became increasingly.