My little profession may be waxing or waning, but it’s unlikely to disappear.Are city fixers good or bad for the city in question? Moralists can arg...ue either side of the aisle and make a compelling case.With Bulldog Bannerman, I lean more toward the positive. He is, I believe, morally neutral. He’s interested in progress, in keeping the wheels turning.So far as I can tell, Bulldog doesn’t favor Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Anarchists. He wants Pragmatists.Probably from my middle class,. Her juices dripped from my chin as I mouthed and kissed, tracing the folds of her lips with my tongue, her vagina crushing my fingers with a strength that still surprised me. She pulled my hair again when my licking slackened, aggressive and wanting, a rumbling purr rising her her throat. She sunk her other hand into my hair, stroking as if she enjoyed the texture of it, the pleasant sensation of her claws on my scalp making me shiver. I worked ardently, my face coated in her slick fluids, my. My neck looked long and graceful, and knowing eyes looked back at me. Even with my glasses on I didn't look geeky at all! With the jewelry and sparkles in my hair I looked like a princess.A naked princess.I was soooo naked! The glitter of the jewelry on my ears and at the base of my throat and the delicate accent of the golden bow at my pubes, the sparkling shoes on my feet; they only emphasized how naked I was everywhere else. There was nothing but skin and a little shy patch of hair! I was. We all sat on the balcony and watched the sunrise, drinking our coffee and juice and then showered and went down to the examining room to have my pregnancy tested.I laid back on the examining table, placed my legs on the supports, spreading them so that my vagina was in full view, and waited for the attendant to come in. Mark, Juan, Tonya and my husband stood by watching with my husband holding a hand. The attendant was a woman who was naked beneath her lab coat. A lovely breast and delicate.