That's a lot of entertainment for a hundred bucks a cock and I've done a days work in less time than it took me to get your asshole boss off! Well wh...y didn't you say that – Don't worry about the blouse baby, it is going to be a lot messier shortly. I've got an entire wash rack full of guys who would love to end the week with a fifty dollar pop whore as a bonus. Hey – I said it was a hundred dollars a pop! Sure! Hundred dollars but I keep fifty percent – Right? Just like the service does. . .. alive! I have not felt this way in such a long time that I can barely remember the last time I did. When I looked into his eyes and he held me in his arms, my heart raced and my body burned. Oh! How beautiful are his eyes and how comforting his embrace. How strong he is. And, when he looks upon me, I know he sees me. Me, Christine Daae. He does not see the Opera Ghost or Crazy Christine. He sees beyond the mask I wear. He sees someone as lonely and lost as he is. His eyes were so full of. She is a petite five feet three inches tall with long black hair, a slim body form regular working out and perfect 36C tits. Guys gape at her everywhere she goes, luckily, all the attention she gets makes me horny instead of jealous. The best thing about Alka, aside from the way she looks, is that she can’t get enough sex. I do my best to keep up with her, but she loves it so much that we decided that an open marriage which would suit both our desires perfectly. The only condition I have placed. And if anyone should get a view ofmy bulging pink knickers, the viewer would be in no doubt that they werelooking at a sissy boy in girls' clothes. And although the breeze was notgusting much, my skirt was rather shorter than most of the skirts wepassed. I guessed that no real woman would go out in public wearingstockings with such a short skirt.It was quite a relief when we arrived at the salon. As we entered, thesalon owner put the closed sign on the door. She looked at my haircritically,.