"Are you talking about part-time work as a prostitute?" Yes, of course. Didn't I make myself clear?"Ana shook her head vehemently, studying her bare t...es in the carpet pile. "I don't want to do that! Not ever! Not that!" I wouldn't have been doing my job as a PTM all these years, if I didn't understand the reluctance you may feel in doing additional work which not only erodes your free time, which a young lady like you must no doubt relish to the full, but has an unfortunate reputation which I. ”“She’s still at least somewhat under the influence of the Witnesses.”“Jehovah’s False Witnesses? How wonderful,” I sighed. “So what did you tell Amelia?”“We talked about how my dad and Kent van der Meer treated me, and how your mom treated you, and how, basically, we both had to wait until we were eighteen to completely escape. And even then, we both struggled mightily. In her case, it’s the school year, but she’s under more restrictions than you or I ever were. Even my dad didn’t lock me up. After midday I heard a knock on the door, as I was on the deck sunbathing. Then I wrapped a towel around my body and answered the door. There I found a young guy in his early twenties, handsome and muscular. He smiled at me, saying he was the son of our landlord and he had come to check the AC system. When I saw that nice guy in front of me, I thought that sooner or later his cock would be in my mouth and his warm semen would be in my hot pussy. As he played with the air system unit I quizzed. " He paused to let the words sink in.A hand rose. Mr. Jenkins pointed, "Question, Maggie?" That means exactly what?" Maggie, true to form, cut to the chase."Basically everything is different." He turned to glare at Phil and Gino, who were wrestling over a seat. "I am in charge of this household." Gino kept poking at Phil. Mr. Jenkins walked over to the pair. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Gino's hair."Let go! That hurts!" Gino tried to pry the fingers open. Mr. Jenkins pulled him to.