A thin ribbon split her cheeks. Stockings and suspenders framed it. She really did have a cute ass. She got up, and pulled down the dress. Not quickly... just slow enough to make it interesting. ‘Have I been here before?’ she asked. ‘No, honey, not as an escort you haven’t,’ he informed her. ‘Just a familiar layout I guess,’ she mused. She stood waiting for him, giving him a moment to catch on, instead of asking for the fee. ‘How much do I owe you?’ he asked. ‘That’s two for a blow, and one extra. I think she's looking forward to being properly fucked by some real men for a change. Let's get her into the car before I lose control, throw her on the floor and rape her good. I know that's what she really wants for us to do to her. God what a whore this one is! I almost feel sorry for the poor son of a bitch who owes the boss so much money, having to depend on this whore to bail him out of his troubles. I'll bet she'll have him eat her cunt and fuck her morning, noon and night if she. I talked a little to Doc one time about Marci but I was drunk and passed out. That's it."She called me several names and we started to talk. Talk about the losses that I had suffered. How to deal with them and how to let go of all the garbage that I had pent up inside. No crying, just talk. We talked for quite some time until I asked if we could stop and get something to eat as I was hungry.We ate and then took another walk. This time we talked. Not about problems but the scenery, the trees,. ’ ***** She quickly placed her hands on my knees and bent her head to the back of her hands apparently waiting for me to hit her with the crop. I repeated the verse in my head. Yes, the word fart is a rude word but even my father’s insistence on the seclusion, the gentility of my education did not keep me from hearing that word. Surely, she did not expect a beating for the use of that word, that would be barbaric. And the first half of the verse did indeed accurately describe my condition. .