I'll do anything you want. Later, when I'm alone, I'll be mad, but when you touch me again I'll beg to please you. And, whenever I think of you, I thi...k of the way you take care of me, and I get excited, and I need you. And if I can't have you, I've got to find someone else to take my mind off you. I've been this way since that weekend in the hotel at the beach."Oh, yeah. I smile every time I think of that weekend. Soon after we had started sharing a bed, she had somehow come up with a. I was nervous but probably not as nervous as whichever young man was waiting. I was going to stay with my ritual. I *********** a floor-length, sheer gown. I slip my arms into it and tie it closed in front with the single bow below my breasts. I step in front of the mirror. The gown doesn’t hide much. I lift a leg and the gown easily parts. I feel wicked. I know I don’t need to entice whoever is downstairs. We’re going to fuck and we both know it. This ties me to before, though. The. So she started going over the the bikers that got he hooked and would fuck enough of them to get what she needed. Later she realized that wasn't the best way to do it. So she took to the street. She was able to make a go of it, for a couple reasons. First the bikers ran crime in our town, so she as long as she was buying her d**gs from them, no pimp could get away with giving her a hard time. She was protected. Her best friend was the daughter of a whore from the Hong Kong and taught her. The sister mentioned that they had a very private fitting room in the back of the shop on a lower level. Ali chose a few garments and was shown downstairs. There were no changing booths just a single good sized room with one wall lined with floor to ceiling mirrors. There were comfortable wide couches on the opposite walls with a round raised platform in the middle of the room. There was a very up-market slate toilet area and the walls were covered in velvet hangings. The floor had a very plush.