I left Saturday morning and said I was going to meet some friends and met Daniel at the mall. He asked me if i wanted to go somewhere more private.We ...ot in his car and I already knew he was headed for a motel. He once again complimented me saying that I was very pretty. I was wearing tight low jeans and tshirt with no bra, my nipple were easily seen through the shirt. Under those tight pants, NO PANTIES.On the drive, he asked again if the stories I told him were true. I insisted on YES, and. “Nice place pretty lady, I see your wedding band but I’ve never seen Mr. Pretty lady about, what’s the deal?” His reference to her husband annoyed Shirley and for the first time she felt an anger rise within her. “Stop right there, you!” she said as sternly as she could manage, pointing her finger at him. “Why the hell do you keep calling me that, even though you know my name? I’d also rather you didn’t talk about my husband, ever…and…. Just what do you want from me?” the last part of her. This is how my first realsissy began her new life as a prostitute and I how I learned to be asuccessful sissy hunter. Me and Paul still collect an on-goingcommission for her nightly services as a working whore.But that didn't get us into this swank hotel on the Riviera. Alyssa wasjust the beginning. I fine-tuned the process over the years. Now weinvest more money upfront on our sissies but the return is HUGE. We dosuch things as blackmailing the sissies with planted evidence of drugdealing,. . ah ... no ... please ... ah ... no more ... AHHHHHHH" she screamed as her body rebelled and exploded into orgasm. Her pulsating pussy drove the boss over the edge as he too climaxed, dumping his load deep inside her. He quickly pulled out, and Katie was then forced to her knees. Another cock buried itself in her spasming hole from behind. Hands gripped her hips firmly and pulled her back and forth to match his fucking motions. Katie moaned as she rocked back and forth, her breasts bouncing in.