Pressing harder on the brake pedal, he lowered the window to a blast of heat."Hi, mister," she said in a little girl voice, although she was obviously... in her mid twenties. "Here I am."Jack felt a pulse of excitement. He did not pick up strangers as a rule, but this was a girl, non-threatening, slender and almost pretty. "Here I am," she had said clearly. What could she be but a whore? — a young one whom he could not resist, a small one whom he could not deny. He yearned for youthful flesh, to. Rings, earrings, belly button rings, toerings, necklaces, bracelets, ankle bracelets, or watches. I’d love to have a girl-size apple watch and band. It’s your choice in how much you’d like to glam it up. Purses might be an option too if it could pass as a man-bag. What about a girlish backpack or sling? What about a semi-girlish phone case, computer bag, or a women’s wallet? Here’s an idea! Care to try a hair band? Or if your hair is long enough, a scrunchie. Another option might be ladies’. I work as an exotic dancer so I'm actually kind-of used to it ... just not quite to that extent."I turned away out of embarrassment, thinking about him performing as an exotic dancer, gyrating his hips in the buff, naked, up on a stage, and with a hundred screaming women all around. I am sure HE would be the main attraction of any show. I found myself tempted to ask where he worked. I wanted to go to take a look for myself."Listen," He spoke with a lot more calm than I felt inside. "The choice. There are a lot of things that go on behind closed doors that aren't made public- like our unorthodox methods for getting information out of prisoners. You know what they say: a bit of cum goes a long way, and no crim hasn't buckled yet after our top-secret, 10 hour long bukkake sessions. If 10 hours isn't enough, just rinse and repeat. I grew to love this ritual so much that I would become addicted to watching at home our security tapes of the event, much to my wifes' consternation.Anyway, let.