"yes, now practice that so every one will see how nice your tits are on that small body. And let your ass sway as you walk. Make the men want you."She...then tried two more sexy outfits on me and each one was more revealing than the last. I was to never wear underwear then she pinched my nipples to make them very noticable under the sheer outfits. It was then I found out she ran an escort service and all her employees dressed for the gentlemen clients even tho I would just be her personal. But not the turning to the side, the look away, the eyes that will notmeet that sometimes follows. Not this time. Back in his arms, again,drifting for a while. Then watching his face. Waiting to know. His handstroking my arm."It wasn't hers," he says. "Not really." What wasn't?" I'm feeling half asleep, just drifting, don't want it tostop."The thing I saw you with, whatever it's called. It wasn't hers." No?" I murmur. "No," he says. "Just a gift for someone. Too late to domuch good."He smiles.. She could only murmur encouragement as he unlaced her frock, raining more kisses on the creamy slopes of her breasts. Lower and lower, he tugged the fabric, until the rosy buds of her nipples were revealed. He took first one and then the other into his mouth, flicking his tongue across them. As he did this, she was not idle. Her fingers traced the stiffening outline of him through his breeches, undid his belt. ‘We’ll be seen,’ he whispered. ‘What of it?’ ‘No matter, I suppose.’ And then he. "After the pharmacy and bookstore I went into Macys and picked out thegift for Miss Britt, a set of 3 pure silk long scarves, had them giftwrapped and as the lady was wrapping the gift she commented on the Bridalmagazine I was carrying somewhat congratulating me on becoming a bride.I did not offer any conversation in response. Then to the shoedepartment where I tried on about 8 pair of heels, bought none. To thecosmetic counter where a middle age lady offered to touch up my makeupand give me.