Again the belt fell but even harder this time. I groaned slightly. From behind me I heard her simply say, "Hmmm", and again the belt whooshed through ...he air. I let out another small groan of ecstasy and this confirmed for her that she was on the right track.Without saying a word she unleashed a volley of blows, one after the other. I arched forward trying to hold my place but eventually I had to collapse onto the bed and clinch my butt cheeks together. "I wondered how much you could take," she. But after high school I was just too lazy for a real 8 to 5 job. The thought depressed me. So due to default of a wealthy knight in shining armor I decided to pursue the reputable profession of prostitution. It seemed to be the easiest way.”“Oh.” I have to grin now. “You wicked bitch.” She punches me lightly in the arm in retaliation and we both have problems to keep our laughter silent.She obviously has the same dry humor and laconic way that has earned me the “cold fish” label from my ex. But. He also saw the pictures of her that had been published since she started modeling. He thought to himself this girl could not only get me out of debt but also set me up financially. Though no one knew it and he had never acted on it, he very much liked little girls.He called her the next day. She answered the phone saying, “Hello.” She heard on the other end, “This is Jim, you told me you had a contract for another two months with the magazine.” “Yes,” she said. “I too have a contract, but the. I nodded my head. "This is my sister, Leann.” Kayla said to introduce her sister. I looked them both over. Leann was a bit chunky and wore glasses. She wore a low cut sweater that revealed way too much. Kayla was shorter than I or her sister and was a little chunky herself, but had a very curvy form and wore a just as revealing blouse. I began to feel nervous and embarrassed. I mean, I was wearing a flattering tight silk blouse that showed my modest form. I wasn't chunky at all and was happy.