Gina’s eyes widened and she didn’t move a muscle, especially not to look away from the dildo. She was visibly frightened—Amelia knew that Gina h...ad never expected things to go this far.She waved the dildo in front of Gina’s rapt expression, ran it up and down the bridge of her nose, and basked in the feeling of control she had over the sad, locked sissy of a man before her.“Now, Gina, honey, open up that pretty mouth of yours.” She did as she was told, and Amelia promptly pushed the length of. If necessary, she could find another driver, temporary or permanent, for the RV. Caddies? Available in bulk quantities for a reasonable fee, everywhere she competed.So who really needed Mr. Zoloft, for anything except maybe a warm body to get them through the night?Hey! Maybe I could hire myself out!... Not as a male prostitute. I knew I wasn't that big a deal as a sex partner. No. Just hire out as a sleeping partner for tense, insomniacal women. Maybe I could run an ad:WARM HANDS, WARM HEART.. Sexual release, that is. Accordingly, my attire that night blended with that need. I wore a light cotton sundress that ended about mid-thigh, blue with abstract white patterns, the usual sundries underneath; a bra that pushed my tits up enough to attract the attention of any man within a half-mile radius. But I'm already ahead of myself.With a certain amount of deliberation, I avoided the seedier bars populating the Downtown scene where guys seemed to think buying a lady a beer entitled them to. Come get me."I turned the lights on so it wouldn't be dark in that direction, and walked toward that end. There stood Juanita and Nitika looking scared. Juanita told me, "There are little red lights almost all the way, but none here and we were scared. Nitika said we could call you, so we did. Thank you for coming to get us. Are we almost to the studio?" The studio is the other way, Girls. This way is to the garage and gym room. Let's walk back and I'll show you where the light switch is..