I came to trust Mr. Epstein. Beyond trust, we became friends, to the point where I started to call him Ben, at least when there were no customers arou...d.So one day, I confided my plans to him. And he was willing to keep the secret, and even help us. How did he help us? The primary one was that he let me know I was getting a pay cut. I so informed my parents, who were not happy.But in reality, he actually gave me a small raise. Which allowed me to put away money every week. Normally, all of it. My secret dream was to sing and act on stage! Mom wasvery encouraging and supportive, as usual. Mrs. White, my voice teacher,seemed to like me from the start. She told me she didn't get to teachmany boys and she thought I showed promise as a boy soprano, althoughshe warned me that shortly my voice would begin to change and I'dprobably lose my unique singing ability.When I was 12, Mom started going out with a friend of one of herclients. Don was nice enough I suppose, although I felt a little. ..they want to...you know...feel me," she said, squirming abit on my lap. "Where?" "My....my boobs." "Where else?" "My behind." "Where else?" "Between my legs," she said, whispering now, looking away fromme. "Do you let them feel your boobs?" "Sometimes," she gulped. "Why?" "I...it...feels nice...sometimes," she said, her voice quaveringa little. "Do you touch them anywhere?" "So...sometimes," she breathed. "Where?" "They...their...cocks," she gulped, her eyes. She got up from the bed and walked across the room, revealing for the first time to me that her panties were a thong. The back disappeared between the firm, round, smooth halves of her ass. I was no longer shy about looking, I stared at her. Her back away from me, she removed what was left of the bow around her chest, letting it drop to the floor. Her bare back was soft and gentle, but just a little bit muscular. She grabbed a bathrobe and threw it on, then turned to face me. ‘I’m going to.