Her demeanor around the house, in the presence of her parents, was cool and emotionless, as it always was. Did she hate me? Would she never talk to me...again?Finally, after the last lunch dish was put away and after the kitchen table was wiped and after the kitchen floor was swept and mopped, she turned to me, offering a slight smile. "You ready to go for our ride?" she asked.I looked at her face, which was still devoid of emotion. Becky would make a good poker player. "Sure," I answered. "Let. ‘Did Mira send you to me like this?’ ‘Yes, Miss.’ ‘Why?’ ‘She said you have a lot to understand and that I might help.’ ‘Help how?’ Irina walked to me, knelt at my feet and slowly, looking up into my eyes, pulled my robe open. Without a word she buried her face in my pubic hair and I felt the slick of her tongue as she licked me. I tried to push her gently away but she held my buttocks tightly and her tongue overcame my reluctance. She was fabulous with her tongue, it curled and probed and,. I would just have to suck whatever came my way - no pun Intended. To be honest, backing out was not an option, I was determined to see it through, partly cos I am stubborn but mainly it was the excitement of being paid for sex, used like a whore, no, paid as the whore I am.Harry parked up and I wandered about 50 metres down the street. It was mostly commercial and industrial units. I could see the other girls, alone or in twos or threes.I was wary of the other girls and stayed as far from them. " My children..." Eliza sighed. "I want to have daughters, you know. Idon't think I can pass on anything good to a son, but... A girl would belucky to have my looks."Eliza's looks were, of course, a product of the fairy curses upon her.Her face, she knew, was delicate - with round cheekbones, and soft browneyes that matched the color of his hair. She had a little button nose,and full lips that were soft to the touch. Everyone who saw her faceimmediately knew that it belonged to a girl.Eliza was.