Hell, maybe $200. Just make the prices up as you go along."I liked that idea. I liked that idea a lot. And the next day, I began my job as a professio...al hooker. --------------------------------------------To start me off, Michelle called one of her old clients and told him about me. He wanted to meet me and, of course, have some fun with me. Michelle had given me his address, phone number and told me about his schoolgirl fetish. So from that, I pieced together the absolute perfect outfit. I. Grabbing my wrist I never know how she manages it but the next thing I know she has pushed me down flat on my back and climbs astride on my waist. I thought I would go wild feeling her wet pussy lips pressing against my hot skin. The press of two lips as she leans forward drives me crazy, starting to kiss my jaw, then moving down, licking the sweat off my skin as she licks and sucks the hollow of my throat. Her lips feels fever hot as she kisses down my chest, biting the skin as she went. I was. Armed with a Polaroid Camera, she took pictures of me in every state of bondage and distress, plus progressive shots of my cute ass being colored by her ever growing collection of whips and straps! We were so proud of the albums we were putting together.As I mentioned in the opening story, Sylvia got me used to being naked at all times in the house we rented from her friend Rosemarie. I was also in charge of making bondage equipment and furniture. Specialized to fit and torture...ME! I would be. He routes the fee directly to my account. Her entry from her first visit to Allan after the piercing was rather mile, but the second was more disturbing: "Allan made me strip naked as soon as I entered his home. this time he did not have me touch him, he just played with my body. He attached metal devices to me that allowed him to stretch my nipples from underneath the barbell. I was with him for over two hours and he adjusted the stretchers half a turn each thirty minutes. Then, he just went.