It seems the boss’ daughter thinks I’m husband material and wants to trade marriage for a job. She didn’t put it in those words, but she wanted ...e to go out with her tonight and didn’t want me to call you. I said you are my fiancé so she’d know I’m serious about you. Babes, you know I love you and wouldn’t trade you for any job, right? Besides, I’m not cut out to be a man whore.”“Can you love me as much if we never get married?” Connie asked.I said, “Sure, but you know we get treated as married. “Would you mind if we stopped in so I can use the bathroom? I have to go really soon,” Linda said. “No, that’s fine," I replied as I took the right into my street. I parked and we got out and walked the three flights to my apartment. We went in to the four room rooftop apartment of the third floor Victorian. I showed her the bathroom in the back through the eat-in kitchen. After a couple of minutes she came out and went towards the living room. “This is real nice,” she said as she sat down on. He didn't care for my pleasure only his own.My husband Phil always took care of my needs. The old expression, "A lady always cums first," applied to Phil's love making. He always made sure I got off two or sometimes three times before he finished. He then got a wash cloth and towel and cleaned me up. He tucked me in and pulled the blankets up over me. Then he held me gently in his arms as I fell asleep. It was comfortable, but boring.John did no such tender things. He used and abused me, and I. ‘Well yeah, it’s better than giving it away like you do now,’ he argued. I didn’t respond and just sat there in silence. ‘He’s right,’ I thought suddenly feeling humbled by the demeaning description of my admittedly slutty behavior over the past year. My self esteem at a all time low and my pride all but gone I looked at him with renewed strength. ‘How much do I get?’ I asked. ‘We’ll charge according to what they want, but you get half of what we make before expenses,’ he explained. I didn’t.