Other times I'd find her chatting away on the phone, lying on our bed, having what she called "abso-fucking-lutely delicious" phone sex with some luck... guy that she insisted enjoyed it too, but only "for kicks from afar, so don't go jealous on me, lover."Then the right play came along and Carla dove into it with a dedication that I hadn't seen in her in sometime. Carla wore very little to these rehearsals -- a loose blouse tied carelessly at the middle, leaving a lot of cleavage and all of her. ” She showed me she had picked up red wine and a cheesecake on her way home.“Okay, what is going on? Why do I feel like I am the last to know what we are going over there for and that you had a hand in setting this up?”“Who???? Little ole me? Honey, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Then she broke out in giggles.I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and then just shook my head. I know when to be quiet and let her have her fun and this was one of those times.“So, Jim, how are things. Pulling the dildo out an inch and slamming it back in. She moans out, telling me to come sit next to her and rub her clit. With her feet on the edge of the love seat, both her hand gripping the dildo, causes her upper arms to squeeze her big tits together. She looked so hot, it makes me wanting to cum, I straddling her body, standing over her, jerking my cock, aiming my cock and cumming all over her tits. Quickly I drop down on the love seat, position myself where I can rub her clit as I lean. Why did you stay?"Good question... Why did I stay? Was it because I got to live as whoI was meant to be? Was it the money? The sex? I really hadn'tconsidered what kept me here all this time."Look, slate is clean Rach. You can go, you can stay. I, I hope youstay. I'm sure I can find something for you to do..."I shot him a look... I'll bet he could pimp me out with a single phonecall. What did I want? Was that what I wanted? I know I didn't wantto be someone's pawn, to be used to.