I decided to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, hoping that he'd see me when he finished in the shower. As expected he appeared wrapped in a short t...owel that exposed his sexy well-toned body."Hey, I'm making breakfast, would you like some?" I asked knowing how hungry he must have been after last night!"Sure," he replied and grabbed a T-shirt to put on. He sat down on a tall chair next to the kitchen counter.Jamie lifted his head, looking slightly embarrassed."Sorry about last night," he said. Hoping I was at the correct address, I checked the message for the third time. I looked back at my watch and stared at the second hand as it ticked closer and closer to the hour. Just as the final second ticked off, I hear a click at the door as if a bolt lock had been removed. I put my hand on the knob and turn it slowly. "Mistress," I said out loud. But not too loudly, as the word was unfamiliar in my mouth. No answer from the other side. I turned the knob all the way around and the door. She had the most beautiful shade of red hair and the whitest skin to set it off. Her figure was such a knockout that I blew a scrum when I noticed her for the first time, a cardinal sin for a hooker.After the game, which we lost to Rice, I walked over to meet her. It was one of the scariest things I've ever done. Cathy is every inch of 5'11" and I'm 5'3" in thick shoes. I'm a hooker because I'm compact. And yes I've heard all the 'short' jokes and all the jokes about 'rugby hookers' and 'street. She usually wore flats or low heels around him, indeference to his lack of stature.Under a high-waisted black cotton jacket, Jane's generous breasts thrustout proudly beneath an expensive cream silk blouse. A wide black leatherbelt nipped in her wasp-waist to breathtaking proportions, emphasisingher wide child-bearing hips and curvaceous big bottom. David noticed withsmug satisfaction the numerous discreet glances her beautiful face andbuxom figure drew from the young and old men milling around.