"I hope I didn't hurtyou putting three fingers in "she said apologetically. "I just wanted tohave fun." Well my pussy was a bit sore, I got dressed an... grabbed up the$600.I found I was a bit turned on by the whole prostitute thing but at the sametime I didn't want to just be her personal plaything. I kept up with thePilates and added a Jazzercise class. I needed to keep my body in shape. Itook out an ad on Craigslist and was surprised by the response. I wentthrough the messages. Most struck me. I undid the lock and opened the door looking down I didn’t see a kid but my little sister Demi, though I teased her about still having to shop in the children’s department she was very much an adult as evident from those tits in the tank top she wore. Below she wore a pair of jean pants that looked one or two sized to small.“Bubba.” She said as she came up and hugged my turning her head sideways as she wrapped her arms around my legs. Demi was a midget or little person if you wanted to be. ‘Well done. I must say that your English accent is better than my American one,’ she said. ‘The wonder of watching too much TV. Okay which accent can you do without any trouble?’ he asked. ‘Oh I would have to say Pakistani or Indian but please don’t tell a living soul Mr. Savich sir. For if you do I shall be very cross with you and I will very much enjoy flinging monkey poo in your general direction,’ Elizabeth said in a pitch perfect accent before laughing. ‘Oh man that’s fantastic!’ Perry. Di Na managed to get through the first night and the night after that,and after that. She didn't mind the sex, that was fun, and she couldn'tget enough of that thing that she and the men often smoked. It alsohelped her to relieve the pain she felt every night. Days bled into weeks, and weeks into months and her routine was much thesame. Slowly, but surely whatever was left of Tom disappeared andvanished. Meanwhile Di Na was slowly, but surely building her English,just enough so that it was.