Jonas turned his head to see the man talking. A well dressed Mexican was standing about an arm's length away from him. Jonas got little satisfaction t...at he was feared so much that they kept away even when he was tied down. Jonas noted the odd ornate cross tattoo on the side of the man's neck. It was just like the man's tattoo that he had killed in Phoenix. The Mexican was looking at him and seemed to be searching his face.Finally the man seemed satisfied with what he was seeing and nodded."Mr.. It took me five minutes to work up the nerve, but, as in most things with me, he was exceptionally patient. The dress was a thin satin. It was loose about my body and attached by halter ties behind the neck. The back and sides were bare and it hung down the front, wrapping around to barely covering my ass crack, and ending at mid-thigh. There was no way to wear a bra and the garment had no built-in cups. As I tried it on, I could see that I couldn’t wear a panty or thong as either would show. I stared at her naked body. I couldn't take my eyes off her boobs, moving up to her face, and her half straddled over me. I felt like a stupid ass."Um, I know we've you know, done a lot of stuff, and all that, but um, well, we didn't talk about this kind of thing," I said.Caitlin looked at me. And she spoke. "I wanna do this. I'm on the pill. So um, like, we can, you know?" Caitlin said.I didn't even think about it. I knew maybe it was a stupid risk. But I pulled her on top of me. She moved her. We knocked on the door and a guy who knew Barbara let us in. I gave him $10 and he went back to watching TV while we went through the living room and into a bedroom. The deal was that these folks living in cheap apartments would rent out their bedrooms to hookers on the stroll, $10 for a half hour. Personally, I would have just taken it out in trade, but I'm a pervert, not a poor guy scr****g to make ends meet.I paid Barbara, and we got naked and got down to cases. Her body was very nice - firm.