" Knowing that your death sentence has once again not been commuted did rather tend to make for a bad day..."You know, not everybody has to have a six...point five..." the man said, eyeing him.Jacques smiled ruefully, spreading his hands. "Do I look to you like some woman's idea of a gigolo?" Jacques was five feet eight, slight and wiry, balding, and had a rather long, narrow nose.The man smiled. "Perhaps not -- but you DO have other talents, don't you? It appears that as long as you understand. Having been left to inherit the estate – a woman alone; the Earl had chosen to accuse her of witchcraft. She had to be a witch to have arranged for her father to die – he had caught the pox from a doxy in a brothel, how was that witchcraft? - and her brother to die in the Holy Land – where almost all the knights had died, had she arranged for them all to die? So she was accused; and because he was an Earl, the accusation was not dismissed out of hand.Oh, it helped that his brother was the. Her groans got louder and she started to wiggle her hips making my fingers go deeper into her pussy. She let out a loud groan, her body shook and her face flushed as a climax took over her. I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers tight. I carried on moving my fingers until she relaxed her pussy and went limp then slowly slid them out. I leant down and kissed her hard as she slid her knickers back up. We lay cuddling until it was time for me to leave. She slipped her legs back on and walked. It wasone of these nights in 1999 that changed me forever!It was 3am and I was cruising downtown look for some fun when I saw themost amazing looking girl working the streets. She was black and about5' 8? with the longest legs and real short hot pants. Her breasts werea good 36dd and you could tell she didn't have a bra on. I pulled overand she came up to my car, in not time I invited her in and agreed topay the fifty dollars she asked for. It was about twenty more then Iever paid but she was.