"I nodded and gave her my email address. Once she had it down she gaveexplained a few things to me."If you come to work for me for a week, I need you ...o know that Iexpect you to wear nurse whites." The white dress and tights?" Yes." Nobody wears that anymore. It's ridiculous looking," I said trying toconceal my delight."Well, if that's the way you feel, let's forget the whole thing," shecountered."No, no," I begged. I continued, "I'll do it." Let's get some other things squared away with too,. So I played it light, like a game. But this was not a game to her. I would have to get serious about this, and soon."Sally, thank you. I confess I have been feeling the same thing, but I didn't ... No. No excuses." I frowned at her, then made a decision."Slave! Do not address me as 'Master' until I am your Master."She looked up at me, startled at my use of 'slave' to address her."You may use 'Sir' until then."She nodded. She understood it was not an option. She also understood that I intended. Each of the players had his own surrogate wife, but none of them were as young as Dawn and none cared to spread her legs for the entire group. In addition, Dawn wanted the work badly, planning to use the money to finance her college education. She treated each man, and most of the wives, with the attention they would have gotten had she spent the night alone with each individually. She never renegotiated the fees, but the tips kept climbing steadily.At the mansion, she grew closer and closer to. I was rather surprised at what I saw; she was looking at a Penthouse magazine (at the time I didn’t know what it was, but as an adult I do) and all of the pretty girls that were naked!“Aren’t they pretty?” Sarah asked.“Yes, they’re beautiful!” I said, becoming enthralled with the pictures I was looking at. Page after page we looked through and I didn’t notice, or realize at the time, I was lightly grinding against Sarah’s bed.“Will I be pretty like that someday, Sarah?” Asking so innocently of.