Parezco niño o niña.” Mi padre sorprendido me miró y me dijo. “Hijo, pareces mujer. Pero dime qué quieres ser”. “Mujer papá.”Es cuando ...e contó que para ser mujer debía aprender a serlo y me preguntó. “¿Eres todavía virgen?” Al decirle que sí, me señaló si quería tener sexo y que aprendería cómo comportarme. “Voy a llamar a dos escorts. Yo me quedo y te cuido para que no te pase nada. “Puedo pedirte algo……quisiera que sean dotados y muy calientes.” Me miró y opinó que era muy extremo empezar. Yes, of course Andy would approve. After all, he had taken such photos of her already. She spread her legs.More directions from Griff. “Hold your breasts. Pinch your nipples. Put your finger in your mouth. Put your finger in your pussy. Hold your pussy lips open. Put your finger in your ass.”Each new direction seemed more outrageous than the last. Sally’s disbelieving mind struggled with the raw reality of this photo shoot. She realized there were no rules, no limits to what they. Now she sat, still unable to pay the rent, knowing that she was probably going to end up on the street! She knew he would be by very shortly to collect his money. She tried to pull herself together, but everytime she thought she was calm, she broke down in hysterics again. She thought of Mr. Cohen! She didn't even know his first name! He was a big brute of a man. He stood about six-foot-six, and weighed in at a solid three hundred pounds. He had a bald head, and chomped on a sweet. You peel open your eyes and wonder what the fuck happened to you last night. You breathe deep and stretch and it hits you – that smell. Pussy, come and desperation. Mmmm your favorite smell. Your face is sticky and your mouth tastes sour and thick, but damned if it's not the best way to wake up. Suddenly you remember being knuckle deep in a cunt you didn't yet know, remember the stretch and pull and the taste of it, and you drag your fingers under your nose just to jog your memory a little.