Since she'd been fired from the dance company for showing up late for rehearsal once too often, striped with welts and decorated with bruises peeking ...out from under the skimpy leotard, she took a perverse pleasure in tormenting herself with Swan Lake as she readied her body for a night of pain.She reached into her coat pocket and extracted a couple of twenties, flip-flashing them in a slender hand before his reflected eyes; this seemed to break the spell, and he got out and came around, opening. "My god man have you no decency at all? How can you allow yourself to be seen in public like that? I mean I can understand the shoes, and it goeswithout saying that the jewelry is appropriate, but your lipstick, how couldyou be seen looking like that." she whispered to me Now it was my turn to be taken aback. Here I was, a man showing all parts ofme male, dressed as a total slut and she was worried about my lipstick! Ilooked in the mirror and see what she meant. The beautiful . My stage is different but like them, I'm called by a number, my phone number. No, they dance for survival, facing the horror of what they must do to survive. Me, I dance because I want on the stage. That's who I am, a dancing whore on the meat market stage.Convincing myself I was just a sex object, my esteem plummeted to my late teenage years. At least then I had innocence. My esteem reached its nadir.William’s love is right; I’m a bitch whore, used for screwing then dumped. No man loves me,. I smiled back, then noticed that she had taken her tank top off while I was on my back, so she had been rubbing her naked boobs and nipples all over my back while she was fingering me. Her tits were impressive, and wobbled and swayed over my face as she began kneading my shoulders.She added oil to my chest, and started massaging and rubbing my big tits, occasionally tweaking my nipples until they were standing fully erect. Her nipples were also fully erect, and about ½’ long. As she squeezed.