”“Am I early?”“No, not at all. Please, come in.”“Would you like some coffee?”“Uh, no, thanks.”“So,” he began, taking a drink, �...�what are we talking about here?”“Um... do you mean... uh... if you mean” I stammered.God, I was nervous and horny as hell at the same time.“If you mean, uh... how much,” I continued, “It's um, $25 for a blow job, and uh... $50 for um... everything.”“What do you mean, 'everything'?”“I mean, uh... $50 if you want to fuck.”“So, let me make sure I understand what you are. With that, my head snapped aroundand looked Mistress right in the face. She just smiled back, laughed aslightly maniacal laugh, and fired up the car.Mistress (I never did learn her real name) drove for a while, into asection of town I hadn't been to before. Not surprising as we didn'tlive there. Soon, we pulled up to a warehouse style building, with alow disco beat penetrating the walls. I guess this was the destination.Mistress got out and walked to the back of the car. She popped thetrunk and. ON the full A/C and again started,i removed all her clothes, and she removed all clothes.I was pressing both the boobs and sucking her pussy. Her pussy was with full of hair.I was biting them and making her tempt a lot.She told to keep my tongue in her clitoris and lick it.When i was licking,she was saying oh aha oh ah..Orey swargam chupisthnavu ra(u r showing me heaven),because her husband never sucked her pussy. And she shouted and said, common paiki ra (come up).I kissed her nipples. And. Perhaps it was because for almost twenty years, I had lived alone with only a pet dog to keep me company?Yes, I did have everything, everything that is except the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world, a man to love me. Not because I'm some hideous hag. In fact, I'm been told I am actually quite attractive.With my blonde hair and blue eyes, at 6'1" in height, people that remember seeing those old German War II era propaganda posters depicting the ideal Arian woman in movies.