“One thousand per session, and up to five for nudity,” he replied. “So, is there a lot of nude stuff,” I inquired. “Some,” he replied. �...�That’s where the real money is.” I sat back down on the couch. “So are you from Chicago?” he asked. “Yes - south side,” I replied. “Have you modeled before?” he asked. “No - well, yes - but not professionally,” I replied. He looked up from my application. "Can you slip out of the dress?” he asked. “Slip out of what?” I asked. I knew what he said, but was not. ”“When it comes to loving a woman I am not prejudiced about her skin colour or her size. I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a bed with several black women.”“Then you can add me to your list of conquests,” Darlene said going to her knees.As she unfastened his pants, he removed his shirt and slipped off his shoes. “Did you forget to put your cock back in your underwear the last time you peed?” she asked noticing his growing shaft and balls.“My wives prefer me to have my cock out of my underwear to. I pushed my hips forward so my pelvis was pressed hard against the fence. Kate reached down with the other hand and unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out of my pants. I had stopped talking. "Go on,” she said, "What do you think about." She started to wank my cock. I told her how I fantasised about fucking her. About how much I wanted to just jump the fence and slide my cock into her, and fuck her doggie style while she was bent over the basket of washing.My cock was getting slippery with. He mused for several seconds, then an evil smile crossed his lips."It'll cost you... big time!" What is it?" she asked."Drop out of school and work for me full time." You mean become a prostitute?" You already ARE a prostitute. I'm getting a hundred a fuck for that gorgeous body of yours Rhonda. Oh, I give you away as a freebie to some of my friends from time to time, but most of the time you're turning tricks for money, just like a streetwalker." But, if I drop out of school, I'll no longer be.