“But then,” she observed, “as I was a kind of new face upon the town, that is, was an established rule and myster of trade, for me to pass for a...maid and dispose of myself as such on the first good occasion, without prejudice, however, to such diversions as I might have a mind to in the interim; for that nobody could be a greater enemy than she was to the losing of time. That she would, in the mean time, do her best to find out a proper person, and would undertake to manage this nice point for. Her name was Hope. She was fifty-four and married, which was unusual. Not that she was fifty-four, but that she was married. Probably ninety percent of my clients were either divorced, widowed or just plain single. I always took great pains to be as discreet as possible with a married woman. It usually meant that Vanessa had booked a room at a nice hotel, so that we couldn't be surprised by an irate husband. Whenever that happened, Vanessa made sure that the fee was adjusted upward to allow for. Her insides rippled around Eldon’s girth, sending his gratification into overdrive. He felt his cock swell against its tight confines as he shot his load deep into her bowels. Gloria came a second later, soaking his face in a second coating of delicious cream.The world vanished around Eldon. He felt at once weightless and as though he were falling. Soul devouring darkness pressed in on all sides of him.Somehow, some part of him understood that he was dying. His only regrets concerned how sad. That'd leave permanent records, which might not be a good idea. I'd been told the breaks would take longer than normal to heal because I'd been starved and they'd been left broken for a few days. The doctors had clearly seen how broken my bones were, and they probably had a clear idea of how long they should take to heal, which would be the best part of two months, according to what we'd been told.It was a nuisance, but I could get by. The dressing on my left hand's "hole finger" had been.