Continued from… Finally A Prostitute (3) The next half an hour was a blur. Gabrielle lay naked across Steve’s lap. The bed supported her upper body. Her toes just barely touched the floor. Her legs were slightly apart; her buttocks entirely exposed to him. His left hand rested firm between Gabrielle’s shoulder blades. His right ... continue reading

Continued from… Finally A Prostitute (2) “Have you counted?” he asked. “Nine. I’ve had nine. Eleven to go,” Gabrielle said. Six more lashes and her ass was on fire. He stopped again. “Six to go, right?” he asked. “No! Five!” Gabrielle said and he laughed. He squeezed her burning ass. She winced and blushed as ... continue reading

Continued from… Finally A Prostitute (1) The large bed was the centerpiece of the room. Black silk bed linen covered it, including two matching pillows. To the right of the door where they had entered, was another door and next to it a huge mirror covered almost the entire wall. “The bathroom is back there ... continue reading

She was nervous, sitting in the car next to her husband. Gabrielle folded her hands in her lap, as if in prayer. Seconds later, she unfolded her hands again and pulled at her short, bright red skirt to cover her thighs. There wasn’t much fabric to cover anything. The lacy tops of the matching red ... continue reading