Thomas. It worked. She never had another instances of a problem from the first day she flitted into his office with short shorts and a high cut tshirt...on. She loved Conner’s confidence. He suggested she half dress to get this old geezer on her side, it had worked and he wasn’t in the least bit upset about having some old dude looking at her. She was waiting outside Dr. Thomas’ office when he arrived ten minutes late as usual. He greeted her and opened the door and ushered her in. He studied. I brush my teeth, and French braid my hair. I go out into the bedroom, looping an elastic around the end of the braid. My hair is actually down to my elbows, but when it is in a French braid, it seems a couple inches shorter. My hair has always been the best thing about me. It is golden blond, with lighter streaks of blond in it, that people would think were fake highlights, but are really just naturally bleached by the sun, and do not fade during the winter. My skin is naturally somewhat dark,. " his words trailed off as understanding slowly seeped in. "Oh no, no way, Jenny," he stuttered, "He would kill me when he found out. Especially as I would be fucking you as well if I am there. Anyway, what makes you think you would get away with trying that? For a start, he would recognise you instantly. Secondly, a prostitute does anything and everything the customer wants, so long as he can pay for it, and I do mean anything. Your Dad has some rather kinky preferences, just like most men.. I parked and saw someone come in right after me. He got out of his car and walked into the woods so I decided to follow him. He stopped in a small open area and turned around to look at me so I come over near him. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, so I did the same. He seemed nervous, and I was getting even more horny. I pulled out my cock and began stroking it. After a few minutes, he finally pulled his out. He was about half hard, but a good size already. I asked if I could suck it..