I see some of the books you read. To say the least they're not Gothic novels. Incidentally, you are a vision of beauty. You really are."Jan smiled and...said, "Thank you, kind sir. As for your question, Bob, I got my MBA in June. I did a double major in finance and marketing. I guess it's pretty obvious that I don't like myself very much. I became a prostitute as an easy way of making money fast. I guess the money was good but it turned out not to be so easy. Bob, I destroyed myself. I was doing. It’s a concept to which I’m committed, well, to which we are committed because it includes my man and his efforts as well. I told a few of girlfriends about my nightly evening ritual and they all laughed at me. They all told me that it was too time consuming, took too much planning and energy, that it just wasn’t practical. When my sweetie mentioned our rituals to a few of his close buddies, they all teased him that he was pussy-whipped. Funny thing is, none of them are happy with their sex. I was naked when, shortly after 6:30 I opened the door to David and Mary. As soon as the door was shut again, I welcomed them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. David stripped his shorts and T-shirt off at once. Mary was hesitating although she did kick her shoes off. I lead Mary into the kitchen to introduce her to Wendy who was busy preparing salads. Of course Wendy was naked too. Then I started to lead her out to the deck beside the pool. Mum! You need to take your clothes off. You promised. We're texting during your trip, and by the time you reach Liverpool Street you're feeling horny and wet, and you can't wait to get hold of me. I meet you at the end of the platform, where we kiss, and I tell you to follow me. I walk you to the toilets, and ask you to wait for me while I use them. About 3 mins later, I pop my head around the door and beckon you to come closer. I take your hand and pull you inside. You're a little shocked, but you see it's empty, so you follow me to the sinks,.