She was wearing her uniform skirt, a heavy blue tartan number which came down to the calves. She was wearing white knee socks, so there was no leg on ...how! She had completed the outfit with flat leather shoes. "Come in Jennifer" I said. "Sit down". I could see that she was positively trembling.I decided to take things slowly, and commenced with some small talk about her life and interests. Slowly she became less nervous and began to chat freely.I asked if she knew what went on in private at. Icouldn't deny it: I was a whore. I'd earned money from having sex. Iloved having sex, but somehow, some tiny bit of conscience was trying totell me that whores like me were dirty, they were beneath contempt, andsluts were angels by comparison. But something within me wanted to denythat. That part of me was delighted at the idea of earning money fromdoing something I loved so much. And I couldn't see Mandy or Rosalyn asdirty or evil. I loved them so much, and I admired them. And then. ” I wasn’t the most muscular guy but I wasn’t fat at all and Lisa always claimed she liked my body not being so hard and rough. She even convinced me to shave it more or less hairless, saying she preferred it that way. Although, her taste didn’t stretch to the hair on my head which she insisted I kept longer than most guys! “I can’t find any boxers Lisa, weren’t you doing the washing the other day?” “Oops! Sorry sweetie, I didn’t realise you were running so low. I threw some old ones out and. Half an hour later and I was in the truck with my Dad and a mover man on the way across town to my new home. Kate's apartment was in a new tower on the other side of town. We went up in the lift to the apartment when we arrived, which was on the 23rd floor. My Dad knocked on the door of the apartment and Kate answered. My Dad and her kissed before she invited us in. She told me where my new room was and I sat off to see it. I didn't think about knocking, seeing as it was my room, so I walked.
Read MoreRelated Videos
