That day i fucked her 3 times in two hours and made her to suck my cock for 15 minutes and came in her mouth. So cried a lot that im not a prostitute ...but i used her like that. She was here for 15 days and hardly a day went when we didn’t fuck. She now was used to it and never objected to any thing though was never keen in doing any thing.on the last day when she had to go in evening i called her. When she came i had two of my friends there too. She got the point but was not agreeing so i told. " No ... Nolan. If you can't concentrate with your headache, how are you going to edit a newspaper properly? Call him and let him know you've had an accident and you need someone to take over for you." Okay ... let me talk to him," I agreed reluctantly.This had happened once before when the power went out for almost twenty hours and made my job impossible. Greg stepped in and put something together to at least get a skeleton edition out. We may have to settle for that tomorrow. I hit the speed. It was a long white lace skirt."Fuck you!" I shouted after her back as she left the shop.What did she take me for? A transvestite? What was she? A Prostitute?A Madam?I could not sleep. I went over to look at what was going on round thebackyard of her shop where music was playing. I saw my girls dancing withher boys. Tracey, my cashier, was in her back room with Henry. They wereboth undressing. As I watched Katie crept up behind me without menoticing until I felt hands on my shoulders. “No,” she said. “What are you looking for?” “Nothing,” she said, then turned to go up the stairs. Suddenly she stopped and turned around, coming toward the couch. Whispering, so mom and dad wouldn’t be disturbed, she said, “Have you been snooping around in my room?” “I might have needed to try to find my AD/DC CD, and thought maybe it might be in there,” I said innocently. Her eyes flashed angrily. “Why the hell would I have your shitty metal music? I’ve told you not to go in my room. Did you.