Just what did she have in mind, I wondered.After breakfast, we spent the morning and early afternoon showing Sarah around downtown Chicago and the lak...shore.By late afternoon we found ourselves back at Michelle's apartment, drinking wine and talking about Sarah's plans for the future. She intended to go to college, and was not certain of her choice of schools yet. She was leaning on a small school in the Chicago suburbs, which would allow her to live with Michelle and keep expenses down."And. At times he would whisper how it wasn’t nice to send a man home without letting him get off, and how did she like it, which only infuriated her more. The worst moment was when he stood to go to the bathroom. When he returned, Lauren had managed to kneel over a pillow, and was humping it in a vain effort to rub it against her cunt and get off. Peter had pulled her to her feet and tossed the pillow aside, much to her dismay.Finally, as she was practically crying, writhing in his lap on the brink. It was an unnecessary risk but she couldn’t resist opening the envelope: A mistake, big time. Instead of the five grand she had hoped for, only a little less than a thousand. ‘Oh dig deep Henry!’, she said to herself sarcastically. The sick bastard must have decided to wait and see if ‘Mary’ made good on her promises before giving her the rest. He was just as sick as the fictional pimp Mary had told him about. He would rescue her from one form of exploitation to victimize him in another. She. Amber was looking at me, and I recognized that I had seen her before in David’s moments of strength and certainty.“Amber…” I murmured, reaching out to touch her cheek, and felt the slight stubble of her masculine features. As I pulled her close for a hug, I understood her pain in being trapped in this body that did not reflect her soul.Amber and I became even closer after that. She began to dress more femininely – faltering at first through the stylistic choices and body language that most.