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It ends up I liked being an escort, much more than I believed I would anyway. I even started taking the cash, primarily due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense. Then, if I had the common sense I would not have been an escort either. I would have been just another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls do. I had not been a little girl in a very long time though. Deke didn't mind, he said that was a great thing because he might really charge more, particularly if the person I was going with chosen me up at school. That opportunity turned out to be worth a couple of hundred dollars additional, although I didn't truly like it.

Way too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. Choosing me up at school was worth an additional 200, which I thought was outrageous, however you 'd be surprised how many men desired precisely that. Like it proved beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage whore to fuck and draw . These were all older guys too, like my dad's age, or more typically even older, in their 40's and 50's mainly. He said that was generous because he was my supervisor, my representative, my security man, my marketing and transport all rolled into one. He purchased my clothing and the stuff I require to work, like prophylactics and lube and scrap like that. That wasn't true. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to in fact like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act younger often too, as a little lady possibly eleven or twelve years old; but never ever older. None of the men paying for me desired a female, simply a lady, and knowing that I actually was just fifteen, that was the kicker for them. I liked acting though and I believe I had a real talent for it. I had a talent for the sex things anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the much better I got.

Mary Magdalene had actually been a whore. That's where I took my comfort and she 'd become my patron saint. I 'd felt actually guilty in the beginning, however that had actually gone away when I understood I wasn't harming anyone. The men enjoyed me for a little bit, although a few of them loved me for real and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least return to their cities and deal with them. But they were in love with who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mainly I felt a little more secure that way. Like a guy who loved me would not hurt me, you understand? I loved my father. That had altered too and I do not understand if something pertained to the other specifically, but I do not believe in coincidence either. I 'd had sex with like fifty men or something, the majority of them desiring me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little girl next door perhaps. But a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, and that bothered me initially, but then it didn't and I started liking it.

I might close my eyes and picture the man who was making love to me truly was my father. I could talk to him, tell him I liked him, how he made me feel full-grown and unique and loved. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd started to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real father and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two before. However I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his daughter but as his wife. We 'd done everything however skilled our relationship, I thought, and he had to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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