And she’d complied. She felt sick. As the thoughts swirled in her head, the anxiety coursing through her senses began to morph further into disgust....She felt dirty, in every sense of the term. It was more symbolic than anything else, but Rachel always loved to take a long shower when she felt this way. She needed to purge her sins and the ugly, shameful thoughts that accompanied them. She would start the water scalding hot and remain in the shower until it ran icy cold. She would think about. I had Andrea, the sweet girl I could bring to meet Mom and Dad and the family. I had Andrea, the woman who could do as much in front of a camera as she could behind it. I had Andrea, the haughty, naughty vixen. And now I had Andrea, who could quite possibly be the most beautiful sub I could ever lay eyes on. In my head, the black and white slideshow continued. I could see Andrea gagged with a dark bandanna sitting spread eagle on the credenza with her arms tied behind her back with some more of. But I didn’t know for sure because I’d never had the chance.

So, I decided to become a hooker.

Looking back, I hadn’t really thought it through. How much would I charge? How would I find clients? And how would I weed out the icky guys, so that all my clients were the same handsome studs that gyrated through my imaginings? I didn’t know, so I didn’t worry about it. All that mattered to me was what happened once all that was taken care of…. And it went something like this.

He was usually tall,. Maybe Marcy drifted off to sleep, maybe she didn't. It wasn't clear how much time had passed, but the next thing she was aware of was a noise that sounded like a diesel engine. It was so distant that at first she thought it was just a dream and the fact that it disappeared only a couple of seconds later seemed to suggest that she had indeed imagined it. But then she heard another noise: it sounded like a vehicle door slamming. This time, she was definitely wide awake. Soon after, she heard the.