"You mean this?" she asked innocently."You've known me for less than twenty-four hours," I pointed out."Sometimes a girl can just tell," she said."And... do I get a vote in this?" I asked."Of course you do," she said."And what if I vote no?" I asked.Her hand slid quickly up to cup my cock through my pants.My firm cock.The cock that had gotten erect while I wasn't paying attention to it."I don't think that's what you're going to vote," she said, returning her hand to the top of my thigh.She left it. There are perhaps ten maybe twelve families around us. The Earth Mother is chosen by the High Priest every few years. Our Earth Mother is perhaps fifty four this coming year and in our community she will be the Earth Mother for another three years at least. I watched with much interest when my father took the Earth Mother last year knowing that I would be doing the very same this year. The High Priest stopped at the base of the dais and turned to face the Earth Mother. He took the green belt. ................The one real big advantage of being in my line of work means that you can live quite luxuriously, in a nice big house in the country. The down side of this though is simply that a lot of banks and building society's are not prepared to offer a 'sex worker' a mortgage. Believe me I have tried to change certain mortgage managers minds with my own special powers of persuasion, but trying and doing are two different things. There is only one more thing sexier than me to those guys.. ’ Her Eggs Benedict and my waffle with strawberries arrived. ‘Those eggs look good all of a sudden. Wish I’d ordered that.’ She cut a portion off and pushed her plate towards me. ‘For you sweetheart.’ I reached over and took her hand in mine giving it a light squeeze. ‘You’re special.’ ‘Just sharing with someone I had a great time with yesterday and still this morning.’ I dropped her off by her rental car. ‘Careful of the sand drifts.’ I waved as I pulled ahead. I parked in the carport, she.