“With Francoise’s expert help, I learned how to take care of myself. She told me many times that a whore’s most valuable assets are her face, sk...in, figure and cunt - in that order. She taught me how to exercise effectively, and we took yoga classes together way before it became popular. She taught me what beauty products to use - and what not to use - to keep my skin looking young. She told me to have my hair cut a bit shorter each year: shorter hair makes older women look younger. I saw her. The salesgirl came into the changing room with me and tightened the collar until it was squeezing my neck. ‘Very nice.' She looked me up and down appreciatively. 'But you need to pose, kneel on the stool and bend towards the camera so more of your breasts hang through the peephole.’ I couldn’t believe it, she was going to stay and take the pictures herself. At first I stuck to the outfits which showed only a peep of naked skin here and there, those that I was planning to use as outerwear but as. With her tongue still in my mouth, your wife reached down between her legs and placed the tip of my penis at the entrance to what I describe as “heaven”. She slowly lowered her waist on to my cock, taking it all to the base. I was now inside your wife and she didn’t move.I could feel her vagina muscles begin to squeeze my penis. So many feelings.....wetness....warmth....love....My mind started to drift off, when I noticed she started to gyrate her hips. First a little, then more. The gyrations. A tall young man wearing red leather overalls crusted with car product decals stepped across the threshold. He was trim in waist and hips but broad shouldered. His sunglasses were perched atop his head, submerged in blond wavy hair. He peered around before addressing Francine. ‘Hello, ma’am, I was looking for Harding.’ Francine let the comment lay, waiting… waiting… then Slick opened his mouth to speak. She cut him off with a steady voice. ‘No, Slick, you are looking for me. I’m Francine,.