Or at least that's how she'd characterise herself if there was ever another government census of the sort that used to happen once every ten years. In...practice, it meant that she let men fuck her for money. She supplemented this core income by petty theft, drug-dealing and begging. And whether she had the clap or something more serious, as long as she could give her johns a blowjob or a handjob, she had no choice but to do so. Fuck the advice about holding back on the fanny. If a john wanted to. I started reviewing the questionnaire, gasping at my answers. I had the admitted to the deepest, darkest fantasies, and all of the things that I had never told anyone. Hundreds of questions that gauged my interest in all kinks, levels of experience. I saw that I honestly answered everything in levels of experience, because they were almost all ranked 0 out of 5. I then looked on and saw that I had clicked very interest in almost all of the kinks. The end of the email showed written answers,. I sat between Tadd and Carly. I guess her itch hadn't gone away yet. As soon as I sat down, Carly started to scratch her upper thigh again. Like before, I got a fabulous view of her leg, all the way to the waist, and as before, the skirt hiked up and I got a little peak at the panties. Jack might have been ignoring the exposure, but I sure wasn't. Carly looked at the front of my shorts to be sure she was having the desired effect. She was. When Tadd left, Carly asked me to move down one so she. After awhile of playing cards every night he finally started asking if I thought he was hot and ever wanted to play around with him alone in the room, I told him no cause family dont play like that. One night that we were playing cards I started to feel bad and went to lay down and passed smooth the hell out when I woke up the next morning I had a headache and my panties were nowhere to be found, I thought I got so drunk I just missed placed them, this went on for about 2 to 3 weeks then I.