.. sex, silly” She said. “Oh SEX? I was going to have tons of sex anyway” I said, playing with her. She rolled her eyes. “And you be sure to h...ve fun too” I said to her. “Were you just trying to get my permission to have sex on your trip?” I asked her, knowing it was the point of the entire conversation. “Yes” She said. “You don’t need my permission for anything” I said. “Well except for maybe a sex change operation or something like that” I said joking. She just smiled at me, that big wide. "You don't use those things anymore!"Chad was forced to turn back toward her again. But even if he had gottento the toilet it would have been too late. He was done peeing already.And now there was a puddle on the floor that he just knew he would haveto take care of."I think you enjoy doing that," Mel teased as she started fitting thefresh diaper around him. "Do you? Do you like peeing on the floor likethat?"Chad knew she was only teasing but... "No Mistress," he answered.But Mel was all. I don't know what will come and be of me in life. It is either I kill—or I get killed. I was only seventeen years old when I first became a prostitute. An underage, you might think right yeah, and I really was immature and babyish then. Being a streetwalker during night is not something I foresaw myself doing and pulling off zealously and laboriously in my forthcoming days; it is something that befall and hit me—suddenly, abruptly, and all out of nowhere.The night before she made it clear as. “No, I should have given a signal. Can I help you?” she replies.Now I take closer look. She looks beautiful, a great body with perfect boobs, barely covered by her top. And she has green eyes. A green that matches perfect to her red hair. Her pretty face smiles at me, as she asks “are you OK?”“Yes, don´t worry, it hurts a little but that´s no problem.” Then I feel some drops of blood rinsing down my face. “Do you have a tissue” I ask her. “Let me have a look on your scratches. There is a little.