I like to think that we all benefit from thearrangement.' 'I see. So you are in fact, shall we say, more of a courtesan, amistress to several men r...ather than, er....anything else!' 'You may call me a whore, Baron, as in truth, that is what I havebecome.' He closed his eyes, and Elizabeth felt his hips rise up to meether, and immediately felt the wetness of his ejaculation. Her words hadpushed him over the edge of control, and had triggered his orgasm. TheBaron, Elizabeth mused, was one. I nearly cum instantly from just the words coming from your dirty little mouth. I look back into your eyes and tell you sure darling what my dirty little girl wants my dirty little girl gets. So I grab two hands full of hair and start to pound my cock down your throat relentlessly and you take it all with this look of pure joy in your eyes. I pull out and tell you to spit on my cock and get it nice and wet and let you take control for awhile. You have told me many times you love to give sloppy. Just a normal sized white cock on an older white guy. It was a nice evening…all of it.I started getting ready Saturday morning; I was going to meet them at one pm. It still happened; I had a major case of butterflies in the gut as I drove to his house. To make things easy and convenient I’d worn a lightweight and, pretty short skirt. As it happened there was no need for his wife’s clothes.The meeting and greeting went well, so well that I had a dog all over me, his nose up under my skirt as I. I’m not ready.”“I’m not from the theatre,” I answered. “I just stopped in to see if you could answer a couple of questions for me. Are you the owner?”“Owner, shmoner. I’m the only one here.”“Do you have a minute that I could ask you some questions.”“I got no time,” he said. “I got work to do. Theatre crew is coming and they want forty-seven different bolts of Japanese Silk for ‘Madame Butterfly.’ Not the forty-seven that are up here in front. No, they want one each from forty-seven different.