'Let's say I need to increase my number of "devoted"clients.' said Vanessa looking at him.'Are you a... prostitute?' asked Peter timidly.Vanessa throu...gh her head back and laughed. 'God no!' said Vanessa 'Icould never do that. I never have sex with my clients.''So what are these "devoted" clients?' said Peter still confused.'Crossdressers, transvestites, guys like yourself.' she said smiling.'I have dozens of them and they all buy their lingerie, heels andaccessories from my store.''I'm not one. Being spat at, sworn at, having used sanitary towels, shit filled nappies, and the contents of piss pots thrown at you doesn't endear you to those who do it. The filthy language, from children, young girls and women, had to be heard to be believed. What really got up my nose was that the majority of the local population, who were Republican supporters of the IRA, were living on welfare hand-outs paid for by the 'hated British' taxpayer. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you!OK, so maybe I. “Permittez moi, Madame”. He knelt in front of her and bent down to pick up the errant pen. She opened her legs a little wider and watched as the man glanced up her skirt as discreetly as he was able. She saw his eyes widen and watched his pupils dilate as he caught sight of her gaping pussy lips covered in a sheen of moisture, pouting at him.He stood and handed her the pen. “If there is any other service I could render Madame”?Emma smiled demurely and replied. “No I don’t think so Monsieur,. Wow Kayla said you must really like us and he blushed. Ashley said we can't let you go to sleep in that condition. She gently pulled his hard penis from his shorts and kneeling down she took it into her mouth. He barely managed to hold back as he felt her warm wet mouth take him in. Then Kayla said what about me and she stripped and straddled his head and began licking and sucking her pussy. He could not believe this was happening. It was not long before all three experienced satisfaction. Sam.