" As I was talking, I reached over and started rubbing his inner thigh. By the time I cupped his balls in my hand, his finger was rubbing my clit."Put... my feet in those stirrups," I whispered. When I was in position, he walked back to my side. His dick by now was straining against his pants. "Now, do you feel how my finger is circling your clit? Your clit's already swollen some. Are you sure you've never masturbated to orgasm?" As he said this, I heard his zipper unzipping. I turned my head to. "I can't believe this is happening." He says echoing my own thoughts."But you are the most attractive girl here." He looks at me again."What's your name?"For a moment I think that he's mistaken me for a girl. "Allen." I blurtout.He smiles again and takes a step towards me and says, "No what's yourreal name." Amy." I say with no hesitation."I dreamed about you last night." He says as he gets closer to me.It's getting hotter and I begin to feel a little light headed. His cockis getting harder and. I asked 'Fort Worth Printing, Inc.' how they heard of me. They said he heard of me from North Texas Consulting. I told him I was on another line and would call him right back.NTC was a legit customer, so I called Marcy, the accountant at NTC who ran the computer system. I asked if she knew Fort Worth Printing. Yes, since this morning, as a matter of fact, she said.Gee, what a coincidence! Cynthia has a conversation with Mr. Anon, about getting me out of the house so they can bug it, at 7:15. "Look im going to get straight to thepoint, I want to become you. A whore," said Terry. "What the fuck areyou talking about?" Terry reached in his pocket and pulled out a big wadof hundreds. "I'll give you all this plus more if you switch clotheswith me and make me look exactly like you," said Terry. "Why?" asked thewhore. "Look either yes or no," said Terry. "Yes," said the whore."Great," said Terry. "Give me $200, I need to go across the street tothe pharmacy for some stuff for you,".