"Carol has always said that sex belongs in the home, in the bedroom, between two people, in private and not for general consumption so, having someone...visit for the purposes of a sexual encounter is something of a departure from that particular view point, but not so far away as going to a club. There is some logic to it I suppose, it is still in our bedroom after all."So, who have you got in mind?" Applying male logic to the situation helped me to arrive at the entirely wrong conclusion that. I have no idea what it says but she was most insistent that I give it to you as quickly as possible when the inevitable happened ... which it has.”Barbara Pearson’s eyes welled up with tears again as she stepped away from Jessie and into her own husband’s arms. At that point a doctor came into the room and quickly announced that it looked like the baby was going to be OK and that they thought they had lost it at one stage but things suddenly turned around about half an hour ago and it looks. “I am not a pimp Mrs Hounslow” Kris admonished quietly. “I am a male escort, a gigolo, a prostitute”. That shut them up pretty quick he thought. Their eyes had gone wide but then Helen’s brow furrowed in a disbelieving frown. “You’re telling me my husband hired a male prostitute?” She asked incredulously.“No, no”. Kris explained. “He hired Clarissa, my associate”. He watched her accept that statement with unfortunate ease. “But it was me he had sex with”. He added quietly. The reaction was. She smiled.She had a beautiful mouth. Her pink lips formed a perfect O and she looked to have a soft tongue. He would never be able to shove his dick into her face. If by some miracle she lasted the evening he'd most likely have her on her knees for friends, guests and strangers. If nothing else her mouth was meant to be fucked on a constant basis."You have one thing straight. You are less than human." He wheeled over his milking machine. It wasn't some play toy a BDSM website would use to hurt.