" I thought to myself. More delaying tactics were required. "I'll get you another beer and then we'll go up." I got up from my chair and picked up the...empty beer can. "Maybe have a threesome!" I looked down to see his reaction. "What?" He lifted his gaze from my legs. "Maybe have a tea, son." I complimented myself on my quick thinking and proceeded through to the kitchen. I felt Dan required something stronger to knock him out and surveyed the contents of the wine rack. I picked out an opened. Now this assessment may be very cold and cynical, but I didn't reach this conclusion about my parents until I was older. It happened during one of the few times that my parents were at home having a few friends for dinner. I overheard them tell everyone about my birth, and that they had arranged for my mother get pregnant so that she would have me during the slow season. This way they wouldn't have to take too much time off and be away from their business when it was busy. That really got a big. “Was this going to be a routine thing every day?” I thought to myself. Around lunchtime I headed for the kitchen and as I passed Samantha’s room I could hear them going at it again. I made myself a snack witch got a glass of milk and went to the living room. Only a few minutes later the two lovebirds entered the living room, again I could spot that Samantha wasn’t wearing a bra under the tank top she had on. We made some small talk once again until Devon left a while later. This was like déjà. I lived there for free cause the owner was a client. I spent 2 years getting fucked in that bed. I saved every penny I could. Finally able to go on hormones. My body changed pretty quickly, I had small A cup tits, my hair was thick and long, my hips and thighs wider and my face more feminine. My cock didn’t get so hard so often and I loved that. I’ve never used my dick so I was a virgin in that time. On the street I looked like a girl. In my twenties I continued to be a whore. I loved the money.