"I kept telling Mom that it felt stupid to wear girl's shoesand those girlie nylon things, but she just scoffed. "Yourfriend Warren isn't complaining,..." she would say.Warren complained to me all the time about his Mom, and notjust the heels stuff either. Mrs. Baker and my Mom werelike clones. Both exploited their men to live well.Little did I know that my exploitation was about to go muchfurther than asking customers if they wanted paper orplastic. Chapter Two ? L'Amour SalonAs I reached my 18th. Somehow I kept putting one foot in front of the other until I was behind that podium looking out at those faces. I saw kindness in many, but some stern expressions and clenched jaws from others. Evidently some felt threatened by what they assumed I would say. Then there were some men who were smiling at me but not in a very polite or respectful way. I felt they were looking at me as a sex object."Good people", I began, "I appeal to your sense of justice. I know you are all gathered here because. Used my right hand to fondle with her boobs and nipples while the left worked her juicy sweet little red cunt.She could not say anything but squeal and squeal and squeal with pleasure, asking for more, as almost all the places a women enjoy being attended to were taken care off. I don’t actually know the number of times she came, but I continued doing so till my jaws started pain. I pulled a chair and sat down with my cock pointing straight up. I wanted her to sit on it and start riding it, but. (Amanda’s dad had treated us all to an expensive hotel room for New Years Eve) Amanda opened the door and Lucy walked in. Lucy was an old friend of an ex of mine but we'd spent some time together too. She was shorter than Amanda but just as hot. She was blonde and was wearing a purple dress with flowers on it. She was 17, same as me and Amanda."Where’s Stace?" I asked"She’s not coming, she went off with some guy this morning and text me a minute ago saying she was spending the night with him,.