“I am sorry about your job Alex – but it has to be all for the best.” Paul said looking into my teary eyes.“You are safe here with us and we c...an figure something out – but while you were on your knees in the sex shop we got rid of all those boring work clothes to make room for your new slut wardrobe.” Paul continued, pointing to the mountain of slutty attire in the back seat. Again in my off balance state, it never occurred to me that Paul seemed to already know about my job and had things in. “The Prince.”“The Prince.”“You had a lovely night with ... the Prince ... of our city.”“ ... yeah.”Julias’s face was stuck in a permanent frown, but his childe apparently couldn’t contain his grin anymore. He refused to look Julias in the eye, and his were looking to the counter. Hell, even one of his fingers was tracing nothing into its surface.“Ok, ok, you’re going to have to walk me through it.” With a groan of frustration, Julias took up his usual glass of blood and started to walk around.. "Well, let me describe the woman standing there in front of me.She was older, I'd say somewhere in her forties, and what was most notable about her was her boobs. I have no idea what size they were but they were huge. And, she had them on display in a low-cut dress that seemed to show acres of cleavage.I'm a male, twenty-two, so you know I couldn't keep my eyes off them, I did keep looking down at their awesomeness, I'm sure, to her great pleasure.She asked me about this and that, what college. It was convenient, he was on my way to work so I’d stop in early, climb in bed, get off and get on. I’ve never been much into top’s or bottom’s, I like a good blow job, like to give a blow job, we both leave happy, although I’m a basic rookie at any anal sex, so I never really worried about that. I encounter at hand was the fourth or fifth time we’d hooked up. Each hook up involved he usual, I’d blow him, nice dick by the way, a little longer than mine, about 7 inches, then he’d blow me, we’d.