The hard luck housepainters, mostly Indians (I stood out with my shock of blond hair) helped get me a fake ID. I was now a very young looking 21 so I ...could work on a road crew and could drink at a tavern. When I actually turned 21 working construction, I decided to move to Nashville, find me some singing cowgirls and, after getting my GED, train to become a deputy. Again the hat was wide rimmed.Playing it straight, I gained the respect of my bosses. I had my eye on vice, specifically. "Mmmmm," he breathed his heavy Dad breath into my mouth, "Baby."I pressed back in my chair and began to undo the buttons on my shirt while he mauled my naked breast with his hungry hand."Daddy..." I pressed his hand harder into my aching breast. "Make me feel good." I begged in a whisper.His kisses ran from my lips and wet mouth to my neck, near his hand on my throat. His mouth opened as he ate my flesh passionately. I reached up around his head and pulled him down into my chest further.Finally. My juices are again stirring down below. I catch myself daydreaming.I’m brought back by the man removing the clamps from the lady. She whimpers when they are removed. He gently rubs the reddened bud, which causes her to smile. He then picks up a black leather hood. It has several holes in it. He shows me that the holes are for my eyes, nose and mouth. There are attached patches that cover the eyes. Its all a bit intimidating. He dismisses the lady and she picks up her clothes and walks out. We were ready to getdown to business, but Polly remembered what I'd told herearlier. "Was there something you wanted to explain to me?" Sheasked."Oh, yeah," I replied. I took off my shirt, revealing my broad,square shoulders, and my well worked pectorals. I could havepicked up a hundred pounds easily, even without my magicspells. Then, hesitating, I asked her, "Didn't you want to rentan escort." Honey, you're my escort tonight. And I'm really lucky since youwere free," Polly purred. I knew we.