Panties and Butt Strings

It’s going to be nothing but first class for you.” During the two hour flight back to Nashville, I replayed in my mind the events of the last four days. I came to several conclusions. First, my initial realization that I was built for sex was reinforced many, many times during my Florida visit. Next, at least with Arthur, I never once felt like a whore. And lastly, I vowed to myself that I was never going to give the time of day to those handsome hunks who felt entitled—that no woman would say no to them. I would stick to the Neils and Arthurs of the world. They would appreciate me . . . and my exhibitionist proclivities. And I would delight at making other men jealous of them. When I arrived back at Linda and Lisa’s apartment, as promised, I called Arthur. “I’m back home safe and sound.” “Thank you for calling me. I wasn’t sure you would.” “Art!” I scolded him, “I told you I’d call. Why didn’t you believe me?” “Anyway, I’m glad you called. If you check your bank account tomorrow, you’ll find another little gift.” “Damnit, Arthur, you didn’t have to do that. You indian don’t owe me anything.” “It’s just something to help you get out on your own. Anyway, I hope you’ll stay in touch.” “I will, I promise.” The following day, there was a deposit pending in my account for twenty-five thousand dollars. Proving again that I’m all woman, I started bawling. I waited until the next day to call Arthur. I wanted to have my emotions totally under control so that I could think clearly. This was, after all, a business. It was my chosen Brunette method of earning a living, not a romance or a pastime or a hobby. After thanking him profusely, I warned him that he’d better stock up on Viagra prior to my next visit. I also hinted that I’d have a big surprise for him when I came back to Florida. I resisted the urge to tell him that he “shouldn’t” have given me that much money. Instead, I told him that he “didn’t have to do it”. When Lisa and Linda got home from work that day, I gave them a check for a thousand dollars “my share of the rent for these two months.” I’d already given them money to help with the groceries. And then I had a serious conversation with them, “I need your help with something. I need to find an tits attractive, bisexual woman who wouldn’t mind traveling to Florida for a few days.” Linda just rolled her eyes, but Lisa laughed out loud. And then Linda asked, “And what makes you think we can help you with that?” Lisa reached over the table and put her hand on my arm, “Hon, we’re lesbians, amateur and lesbians don’t have a high opinion of so called ‘bisexual’ women.” huge My brother groaned, his blue tits eyes staring down at me Brunette as my lips slid over his thick crown. "Well we were told to step up our game! “Um…yes…sure…um huge what do you need?” He indicated that it would and guided me into indian the embalming room. “I... Was it painful?” I’m bushed.” Which was in fact a lie. “Give her satisfaction.” Ohhhh, ohhhh yeaaahh.” He keeps telling me how sexy I amateur am.