Technically my profession was ‘escort’, although I think the term ‘companion’ is much classier and also more accurate. It’s almost impossibl... for me to know what someone means when they ask me, “How did you get into this?”Are they asking me the story of how I met my agent? Could they be interested in how I acquired the skills to even be qualified to work for my agent in the first place? Then there is the possibility that they are wanting to know how I acquired the mindset to pursue the path. I would start early so you only need to do a small amount everyday." I will. I guess I will see you Friday then." Ok, see you Friday."We smiled and parted company. The rest of the week was much the same as the first, schoolwork, work and homework. Mel was a bit grumpy but I made up for that on Friday. We kept each other up until 3 in the morning enjoying each other's company not to mention our bodies.Saturday morning I got up and started right in on the homework. I didn't want this hanging over. . now that you're here, Mommy." I answer shyly. She draws me to her for another probing kiss, all the while rubbing her full, round breasts against my slighter ones. Her tongue explores my mouth as she reaches down for the hem of my Pixies t-shirt, then pulls the garment up and off, carelessly letting it drop before her mouth claims mine again. I feel her fingers brush my nipples, making them tingle. This erotic spell she casts upon my body never fails to excite me, and I moan into our kiss.. My inner labia were sticking out, obviously aroused. I petted myself, fascinated by the smoothness of it. It was really sensitive!"How about some aftershave?" he asked, getting down a bottle of lotion.I giggled. "Okay, sure!"He poured some in his hand and spread it between his palms, and began to smear it on, the scent filling the little bathroom."WOW! That stings!" I yelped."Oh, sorry," he stopped, but I grabbed his hand."NO, don't stop! Do it some more!" I liked it, but didn't have the nerve.