My stepdad was a fair man and treated me well. My Mom had had me when she was quite young, only 16. She worked as a stripper and would leave for work ...wearing very skimpy outfits. My stepdad had met her at the strip club and therefore didn't have a problem with her job. Sometimes before going to work she would model her outfits for him and dance for him which always excited him. I would just watch as they carried on. One day ,shortly after she passed while, I was home alone I was missing my. ”“Sorry but I‘m kind of tied up with a family thing. How about tomorrow?”“Sure, just give me call.” I hung up feeling disappointed. I wanted to spend some time with her and more to the point I wanted to fuck her.I sat there for a minute thinking that over. I had been getting laid almost non-stop since the morning I woke up as Emily and it seemed that the more I got the more I wanted. I would cum and feel that warmth of satisfaction but after a short time I wanted it again. As a male I was horny. "So what should I call you?" J-Jessica" I catch myself staring at his ass as he leans over my deskto work the computer. What's wrong with me? Just because he doesn't hateme doesn't mean he would ever be interested in a girl like me."Jessica...That's a beautiful name," he says as he sits back down andwraps his arm around me again. I feel my heart soar, first for hearingsomeone else call me by my femme name for the first time, and second forfeeling his arm around me again. "For a beautiful. They each paid for one of you in particular. Do anything they want.”“We will,” Kendra purred, rubbing fingers through a bush as frizzy as her hair styled in a short afro.Izzy grinned and said, “We'll rock their worlds, Mrs. Umayyah.”“We'll be the best prostitutes in the world for you, Mother,” Leyla said, her shaved pussy on display as she perched on my desk, legs spread wide.I shuddered, my eyes flicking to the webcams. I had an app on my phone that let me monitor them. It was for security.