She stood at about fivefeet, nine inches. She had long blonde hair passed her shoulders and blueeyes. She was considered a goth by her classmates and ...n outcast. In fact shedidn't even have any friends She lived with her dad, and her younger brotherNick. Nick was only a freshman, and a bit of an annoyance in Jamie's mind.Always bugging her about "being goth" or "why are your tits so small?" Justthinking about it made her angry. She arrived home and slammed the door onher way in.Nick heard the. ”“Liz invited me, but I’m not sure I can go to a church where they worship Mary.”“Me either,” I grinned.“What?”“Do you REALLY want to debate theology?” I asked. “This isn’t a short conversation.”“I guess not, no.”“Come to the service with Liz if you want. I can’t imagine that spending a few hours in church on Saturday morning is going to hurt you in any way.”“It could get me in trouble with our elders, though.”“Seriously? I mean, I could see if you participated, but just being there? I wouldn’t. Luckily Lester was a man with connections and was soon able to get me a position at the local coffee shop.It was a simple job, just serving coffee and sucking cock, but it was honest work and I felt proud to be finally earning my keep after a lifetime of conning and scrounging." So you were a prostitute." Absolutely not! The blowjobs weren't part of my job description and I never accepted money for doing them. I was desperate to suck every new cock that came into that coffee shop and the owners. He did acknowledge my expertise at cutting the inlays and several times used them on his work and I generated a goodly part of the income for the firm. I received a regular wage now but I had a growing resentment of him being my master and having such control over my affairs. He could, and did, demand sex whenever he wished and I had no option but to comply otherwise it was a spanking and then the sex. It also seemed that he was getting all the kudos for the work I did. The bills went out on.