" Okay, buuuut-" I enunciated in a playfully ascending tone, "can I havesome underwear and socks? My feet are cold on this floor, and I don'twant to ...show my butt in the hallway because these gowns never closeright." In finished with a small laugh as the word "butt" seemed funnyto me suddenly.She pointed at the dresser. "There are plenty of socks and underwear inthat dresser. When you first signed up for the D-alt process, you paidus to have some clothes for your new body. They are all in. I've know very few old whores. The life expectancy is short and the job is dangerous. It is doubly dangerous in today's society. Janet Conroy is perhaps fortunate that it was a curable social disease that her wayward husband brought home.Despite what I know about the lifestyles of prostitutes, I still have a soft spot in my heart for the trench workers in the sex industry. It's why I started to re-exert myself in that side of the business.I put the wheels in motion even before my short-lived. " "Yes, baby-boy, give Girl everything you have for me. It's just for me." (not the myriad of girls she suspected he'd been with) She held his face still in her hands and matched his eyes, scant inches apart. She lifted then and whispered something into his far ear, away from me, so softly that I never knew what was said to this very day. I've never made an inquiry. They had many secrets, those two, it was the way it was and the way it had to be. I knew that at once and never fought it. I knew. She was beautiful and in her early twenties. The slave was thin and attractive with the exception of a full belly so distended it looked like she was ready to give birth at any minute. She had a healthy glow about her as she pee squatted at her owner’s feet. Her hands were flat on the restaurant floor behind her and despite being pregnant had squatted deeply exposing both her pussy and asshole. The butt plug in her ass reminded me of a toy candy cane you get at Christmas filled with M&Ms. She.