Before we start, describe me.” Describe you? Yes, of course. You are Lisa Merchant. A client has been referred to me. You are 39 years old, look muc... younger, divorced twice, currently unmarried, no c***dren, and a resident of…well many places.” I said, “Don’t worry about that. What do I look like?” “You are beautiful. You are just over five and-a-half feet and weigh about a hundred and thirty-five pounds. You have auburn, no red, yes, a deep red-orange hair that passes your shoulders, but is. I was a bit hesitant as the beggar looked...well... like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he hadn't had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark. Tabhi uske pati ka phone aaya ussne call receive kiya wo phone par bat kar rahi thi meine uske nighty ka button khola ussne bra nahi pehana tha aur fir meine uske bade bade boobs ko bahar nikala aur bari bari se dono boobs ko chusne laga aur nighty ko upar kheecha aur uske panty hath dal kar chut ki sehlata raha. Jab wo bat kar rahi tab mein uska ek hath ko pakad kar mere lund par rakha wo mere lund ko nahi pakda rahi thi. Tab mein utha aur lund ko uske gal par ragadne laga. Thodi der bad ussne. In between shifts, I managed to buy some new clothes to better fit the position. Luckily, Andy drove me to work and picked me up each day, which was one less thing I had to worry about. The only thing social I managed to squeeze in was going to the salon with Leslie to keep my nails done.With work as my focus, other things like relationships took a back seat. It was the most normal I had felt in quite some time. My new challenge was now learning to be a manager, delegating, and everything that.