That was a legit reason. It would have been awkward.
“Have you considered the idea of offering yourself in any way you consent to, in exchange for more than you’ll ever make at the job you currently have?”
What kind of question was that? Wouldn’t that be prostitution? I didn’t know why, but my c**k twitched at the thought of being with him, naked and exploring. I’d never charge him for any experience because my body responded in a way that made me curious and want to see how far we could take this.
After a while, I finally answered. “What would I do?”
“You’d please a man with your presence. You’d do as he asks, but there’d always be a way out in case you decide you can’t go through with any of it.”
Oh, my c**k. I was getting so hard at this. I didn’t even know what exactly I’d be doin
