.I'd learned that if you flashed a hundred dollar bill in certain places and in certain ways, it didn't really matter how ugly you were, a certain typ... of woman -- the type that had a hard time keeping track of her panties -- could generally be talked into wandering home to your palatial estate to provide a little exercise and entertainment. This type of woman paradoxically was usually easily dispensed with, afterward, too -- but then you had to get another hundred and go fishing again. I. Luckily, he wanted to fuck her more than he wanted to cum in her mouth. Just before her mouth sucked out his big load, he pulled away from her.She saw him struggling to hold it in and gave him some advice.“You better not cum,” she demanded.“Then you need to stop sucking my dick that good.”“I’ll suck your dick however I want.”“What’s that?”She smiled at the fire in his eyes as he took off his boxers. She pulled her own panties off before he tore them off, ruining another piece of her sexy. " he said. He didn't stop smiling once during our conversation. "Some popular Dolls even stay on after their contracts end because they can start charging good money."I didn't think too hard. I took the pen he offered and wrote my name on the dotted line. The next day, he signed me out and drove me away from the gated compound that had been my home for a year.Now, I see what he drove me to is just another prison. It's prettier and much bigger but still a prison. My new home, a neat town, is. I was up on that stile quicker than a bull-frog after a fly. She told me then that her name was Joan. I asked her how come she didn’t go to my school and she said that she and her parents had just moved to the area on account of her father was ill and they thought the country air would do him good. She said she would be starting at school next term, after the summer, and I was real pleased to hear that. So we sat on that stile and talked until the sun dipped over the cornfields and we both.