" No it wasn't like that at all Jim," was my beautiful virgin bride's whispered answer. "As I said I was working.... He paid me to have sex with him."...enny's StoryHi, I suppose you must all think I'm awful and I can't blame you. It broke Jim's heart when I told him the guy in the hotel had paid me for sex, that I was a call-girl. I tried to tell him I wasn't, that I worked as an escort Girl, but who was I k**ding, not even myself anymore. He called me a cheap prostitute, and that really hurt. I like playing pussy games.”“I'm not giving you my daughter,” I snarled. Not even to keep my futa-cock.“Hmm,” she said, tapping her foot.“I could...I could make you cum,” I said. “I could give you pleasure.”Her eyes brightened. “I like pleasure.” Her hips wiggled from side-to-side. “Do you know what pleasure I like the most?”“Having your small tits kissed?”“Nope,” she grinned. “I bet you'll never guess.” She spun around, her hips wiggling more, her cute rump dancing. “It's soooo. They were flirty and bounced around enticingly with every step. But with the alterations that Jeff was requiring they were very nearly obscene. No, not nearly. They were obscene.I stood in front of Jeff and he pointed out the two pleats that he wanted me to remove. I removed the skirt and worked carefully with the scissors, trying not to imagine what it was going to be like to walk into Rudy's and have all those kids that knew us see Tawney and me this way.My life was never going to be the same. Jasper’s conversation was also sparkling and I could feel myself becoming intoxicated by his erudite and sexy persona.After all the crockery and cutlery had been stacked in the dishwasher, he looked at me and said, “We’ll be having dessert in the bedroom later.”Totally intrigued, I asked what the dessert would consist of.“I hope you like chocolate and strawberries," he answered with a playful snigger.My mind now began to work overtime. I wondered if we would simply sit on the bed and consume.