Got knocked up by one and had a bad abortion that left her infertile. Finally in her early 30’s got hooked up with a better class escort agency and ...learned more social skills. Made good money but was longing for a more stable life. Then the husband opportunity came along.Since she was opening up I had to ask, “Do other clients get these special services?”She replied, “Not all of them. I only work part-time Monday through Saturday so I have one like you each of those days. That meets my needs. He showed up right on time and we chatted for a while about working, k**s, and how hard it is to meet real people online. Lorraine (Mrs. Easy) agreed that we could meet Wayne for some fun. Wayne and I traded some emails agreeing on a date and I booked a room at a Guelph motel. We got there first and I texted Wayne the room number. We were lucky as the room was around the side of the motel and had a sliding glass door. I told Wayne to come around the side of the motel and just come in the. Doreen tried to find out more. "What do you do for a living then?" she asked in a seemingly genuine way."Customer support at Henderson Insurance Company. We say we're call-girls." Possibly I said that a little louder as I was laughing. Doreen took it as a joke too but the two elderly ladies in front of us turned round and scowled."A trollop like you didn't ought to be on a coach with decent respectable people," one of them snorted."My master paid just as much as your husband for me to go so I. She stopped struggling, trying to understand why someone would use velvet to restrain someone unless it was sexual in nature. Think on the bright side, Rebecca. Maybe the asshole was too lazy to get good stuff and he went to a sex shop. She tried not panic again as the man came back. She tried to look into his eyes. Maybe she’d be able to read his mind. His eyes didn’t look violent, just determined. He stood over her, just watching her watch him. His eyes softened just a little and then he.