When Francine and Brenda took Marcia to the headmistress to enroll her, they delicately explained Marcia’s nymphomania to the former nun in charge, ...nd told her Marcia had to be home on time for her “treatments” each afternoon after school.When the quarterly parent-teacher conferences were scheduled that fall, Francine, Brenda and I all went that evening to find out how Marcia was doing. After learning from various of Marcia’s teachers that Marcia was earning top grades, we were in the parking. What was I doing I thought to myself, my head was telling me to leave, to run through the living room, grab my clothes and flee, but my cock was rock hard in anticipation so I remained rooted to the spot. I heard the wardrobe doors open and glanced over my shoulder as he looked up from where he was placing a box on the bed. “Did I tell you to look at me” he snapped. “No” I replied. “No what” he said moving across the room towards me. “No Sir” I quickly corrected. He grabbed me by the throat. The speed is amplifying my sexuality. Without any though my hand moves down into my panties to rub my pussy. The pre-cum is hot and gives a slight caustic feel on my dry hands. The exhilaration fills my body. It is all I can do to keep standing.As my body weakens my focus is lost. I am consumed in the moment. Before I know it I see him standing at the door with it wide open.“It's Jessica, right?”I am stunned, frightened, exhilarated and shocked all at once. “Hi Chuck, I was looking for the. Any "extras" could be negotiated with the worker.We also set up a series of brothels within the city. The clients were screened beforehand and we allowed no "walk-in" customers. Even regular clients had to call ahead before bringing a friend.In all, it made for a safer, more lucrative business for the workers. Almost all sex workers were screened monthly for STDs and illicit drugs and the "house" provided forms of birth control, including pills, patches, spermicidal foam and the "morning-after".