The ReAwakening of my Desire
Three weeks passed as I began my work in earnest, returning to my former occupation as a prostitute. I could call myself an escort or stripper to make it sound good, but I was a glorified, high priced hooker that let men fuck me and cum in me for money. Since Mikey had approved of my return to the profession that I loved, I had been with nearly 70 different men. I was scheduling at least two clients a day, five to six days a week, and had succumbed to Shawn’s charms and allowed him to pimp me...