"Yes." I admitted, sad to no longer be able to see his cock. It was beautiful in the same entrancing way that a woman's legs encased in nylons were. I... could have stared at and admired that cock like I did the Mona Lisa when I was at the Louvre.Suddenly my phone rang."You can answer it cocksucker, I'm done with you for now," he said walking away.I got off my knees, quickly walked out of the house feeling shame course through me like women must feel when returning home the next morning in the. I checked out a website, and made plans with 2 hookers and an old girlfriend. One of the hookers turned out to be a cop, and I was warned off of her before we met.The other one, was a little redhead. I guess that you know how I feel about gingers by now. This little girl was a dancer and part time escort.She was tiny, about 5' nothing and 100 or so pounds. NICE little breasts and a fine , tight ass.Her name was Sunshine, and she was only 20 years old. She showed up late. I know that. "How did it go?" she asked."Quite well," I told her, hanging up my overcoat."Did you meet Ms. Allen?" Bill chimed.Inger laughed and closed her textbook."So he's told you about the 'babe-and-a-half'?" He's hinted at it." She is rather attractive." I'm sure." Inger stood. "I'll head back then. Big test tomorrow."I helped her on with her coat and walked her to the door. I handed her an envelope. "Cab fare," I explained. She smiled and thanked me."By the way," I said. "I met Bill's algebra teacher.. And I’m not exactly built to play football, nor tall enough for basketball. I wouldn’t have minded trying to play ice hockey, but there isn’t a rink close enough.”“You have to start that when you’re like five if you want to be good,” Lee said. “I have a cousin up in Minnesota who learned to skate when he was three and started playing hockey at five. He’s on a scholarship to the University of Maine.”“Nice,” I said. “Think he’ll make the pros?”“He’s good, but not THAT good. He’s just paying for.