I also got a lot more saucy photos from her during the week. On Thursday night, before we said goodbye, she’d asked why I hadn’t sent her any phot...s of me. I duly obliged—much to her textual delight.Lily’s father opened the door. The last time I’d seen him was just before I passed out in the bathroom at The Halloween Ball.“Paul, right? Come on in. Lily’s still getting ready. You know how women are.” He extended his hand, which I shook.“Thanks, Mr Williams.”“Oh, none of that, now. Call me Pete,. “Okay, but you pay me in advance.” “No, but I’ll show you the money and once you’ve done the job I’ll pay you.” She knew that she had no choice other than to leave and accost another patron of the motel so she quickly agreed. She told me to take my pants off and sit on the bed. Keep in mind that I’d never done it with a prostitute before. All of my relationships before were consensual ones between just normal folks wanting to get off. My only experience of this kind of thing were from the dirty. Underneath her sheer panties was a large cock! James was speechless as she removed her panties, freeing the semi-stiff member. Before James could say a thing, she said, "Cocksucker," and James found himself leaning forward, his lips parting as got closer to her (or was it his?) cock."Oh, no!" James thought. "That command doesn't mean what I think it does!" But his fears were realized when his mouth encircled her (he just couldn't think of her as a him) dickhead and he started to suck. My groans woke my teenage lover up and, of course, he asked what was wrong.“My theory is that my body thought last night was real,” I said.“It felt real to me,” he said.I walked like an old woman as I went to the bathroom. When I came out, he was still lying in bed, magnificently naked, with his hands behind his head. He was staring at the ceiling. His penis, for once, was flaccid and harmless. I wondered, briefly, why he didn’t have morning wood.“I learned something last night,” he said.“Let.