The thought of being his personal whore for a week aroused me.. feeling I was an escort for a week in an legal way. Nobody could say I was escorting. ...hat I haven’t done ver in my life. I now can experience the thrill of it, safely. So I, maybe also because of the Champaign, the sour in my ass, the great experience with him this day, I agreed and signed his ‘friend with benefits’ agreement he had there for me. He would pay me this amount daily.. oh gosh.. I would suck and fuck his cock daily.we. Maybe one day the fear of that will go. I’m sure it will, it will just take sometime. But…………To eat another woman’s pussy……….Yea, I think I would enjoy it and I’m sure she would too. Here’s what I would like………I would like for one day when he comes home from a hard day at work that I can arrange to have another woman here with me. When he comes home he would find me and her in the bedroom with a bunch of candles lit, Kiss playing in the background, toys galore…I would rub the other woman down. I dropped my towel and stood in front of him, continuing to rub his cock slowly. He reached out and rubbed my nipples between his fingers and I let out a moan. I began to rub a little bit faster and he reached down to stop me.“What's wrong?” I asked a little bit worried, “am I doing something wrong? If I am I am really sorry, I have never done this before.”“No Neska,” he said with a soft smile, “you are not doing anything wrong. Its just without lubrication, it kind of hurts when you go faster,. Tina was like a drug and he wasaddicted, addicted hard. Like any drug he started to go throughwithdrawal. But he fought it. He kept his spare bedroom locked;refusing to even let himself acknowledge that it was Tina's room. If hegot the 'Tina' urge he would force himself to leave the house to make itgo away; he would go bowling or to a movie - anything to push Tina away.Slowly, over the course of several weeks, Tina started to fade. Shenever quite went away, but was becoming much less.