"He had plans. Big plans.Just think of all the lonely women out there in the Big Town. Women who needed a man at their side. Women who needed a man to...warm their bed. Women desperate enough to pay for sex. He was going to be an escort, a boyfriend for hire, a gigolo.There were a couple of minor barriers between him and the realization of his dream. He didn't have enough money to establish himself. Not even enough to buy nice threads, the kind a classy woman had a right to expect of someone. .." Doris begins.Ahchkah interrupts with spitting anger, "He's not my father! He killed my father! It's why my mother hates him and why he feels threatened by her. He always lusted after her, so he had my father killed and married my mother. Unfortunately I look much like her, although not so much now." You're lovely," Nick says.She grins up at him. "I'm glad you think so." Losing the grin as quickly as it appears, she continues. "I ... I just couldn't be with him. I just couldn't. He. He was mumbling “more, more, more please!”John was in heaven. He could feel his hardening cock pushing even more so against his underwear. It was uncomfortable, even a bit painful but he didn’t dare touch them for fear of losing this amazing gift. Jennifer’s feet tasted so good. He had often thought about sucking them those sneaky mornings in the shower while he masturbated. He fantasized about her letting him suck her toes while he slid in and out of her wet pussy. She was so hot. God this was. " I muttered."You wanna help me before you go? I gotta snag the ladder off the backwall." He pointed back down the hallway he had come from."This count as the favor I owe you for covering me?" I asked snakily."Ha! Not even close man."We headed down the hall to the back room as he tied his work apronaround his waist. We chatted a bit about the weekend then walked intothe storage room. Eric snagged two chairs and slid one to me. He lookedup at the metal ladder dangling from a chain and two hooks.