It had sort of fluffy and airy look suitable for a teenager or young woman. The moment I saw it, I knew it I was buying it. I picked two- three differ...ent ones and did a quick compare on size. I briefly held it to my waist and found that it was fairly short enough to stay a couple of inches above my knee. This was exactly what I was looking for. I looked around and saw that the sales girl was arranging some stuff in one corner. As I pondered my next move, she noticed me looking in her direction. This beautiful woman wanted to be a whore. Who the fuck wants to be a whore? Obliviously she did. Professionally my mind was blank, but sexually I was in over drive. I was secretly very happy my very large desk concealed my hard on. I asked her to describe her fantasies for me. I wasnt sure if this was appropriate or not, but she didnt hesitate with her response. She told me that she wanted to be completely dominated. She often masturbated while imagining her face and throat being fucked hard. "What if I helped you with that," he offeredwith a shrug. "I could offer you a well paying job."Rebeca raised an eyebrow and Brandon could see two sliders markedsuspicion and curiosity go up on his phone. "What kind of job?" She asked,slightly squinting at him."Well," Brandon answered, slowly and carefully pulling the suspicion sliderdown. "Things have been a bit slow in the club lately, and I could use a newexotic dancer." As he waits for an answer he looks at Rebeca's inhibitionmeter. It's at. My parents had already purchased me a car. I asked for nothing but they always gave me something. All I wanted in life was a black dress, a wonderful man, and a good book. The tapping continued. Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore, But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you- here I opened wide the door, Darkness there, and nothing more. How odd, I mused to.