Of course, she is sober and sensible enough to realize that while there might be excitement, all too much of it would be ordinary in its own way, that...the life of a whore is exhausting and degrading, that its pleasures are colourful but transient, and the path is full of aches and bruising. Her life might be dull, but it is a better life than that of that woman who stood so proud in her red boots.Of course, if that other self's life has its hardship and misery... well, at least it isn't. Most people are not going to give up on their easy, carefree lives." Van slammed the book he was holding down on the desk. Flakes of the ancient, fragile paper broke away. Bar-ak was jolted by the action. It was so out of character for the old man. He was one of the few people that still used paper, rather than the cheaper, more efficient electronic sources. "No." he said, sadly. "But soon enough their 'easy, carefree lives' are going to be taken away from them." he walked to the open window,. Soon he began to swell, and my mouth began to swell for the first time with hard cock. He continued to hold my head still by clutching my hair, gently moving the tip of his cock in and out of my mouth. I was lying on my side, Edwardo standing in front of me fucking my face. With his right hand, he began gently to stroke me, and soon I too was hard. I couldn’t believe that I was getting turned on by this – it just wasn’t possible. And yet my cock was really enjoying his attention, and Edwardo. “Lance by name, Lance by nature,” heralded another guarded account of how well they fit together.Then one Thursday, Emma was surprised to get a phone call from Lorna, uncharacteristically tearful. Lance had left her, and as Emma, voiced her concern, she had to ask, “Is it someone else?”“I’m not sure. Says he didn’t like the rose tattoo I had done last Tuesday.”Emma shook her head, “A rose tattoo? Where?”“On my mound,” Lorna said unhappily.Emma might have laughed but expressed her regrets. Then.