“Can you start tonight?” Millicent lit a cigarette, taking a large crystal ashtray out of the desk drawer.Millicent didn’t wait for answer.“Yo...u need to sign these; see Victoria at the coat check counter and she will give you your uniform. You can buy dance tights if you like, some of the girls sew stockings to their knickers to save money. You can do either, so long as your seams are straight and there are no ladders. And you provide your own high heels; black of course. I pride myself on how. My hands stuck through the glory hole, naked from the waist down and I glanced around and say the glory king putting lube on his now glistening perfect cock. ‘this isn’t what I signed up for’ I thought to myself, but at the same time, I couldn’t take my eye off his cock and also couldn’t wait to feel what it would be like to be fucked by it. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this”, was all I was able to say. “Of course you’re ready,” said the glory king, continuing “you’ve been waiting for this your. I smiled at him. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled my head over to one side. He went back to kissing my neck. He slide one hand down my body again hitting all the right spots. Making me so wet and weak feeling in the legs. He slide his hand into my pants and suck one finger into my pussy lips to see how wet I was. I leaned my head back onto his chest. Then he played with my clit making it so hard to stand up. He grabbed my stomach to hold me while me played with my clit. I moaned. When I was with her, I felt like I could never want for anything else. Her touch was reassuring. Her kisses electric. When she smiled at me, my heart melted. She was strong and self-assured. Yet she feared relationships. Because of her disease, she feared emotional intimacy and commitment.When I was twelve, my mother died in a car accident, and my father died when I was seventeen. Although my uncle took care of my brother, sister and I, a part of me longed for the security and safety of a.