So You Wanna Be an Escort? PartTwo: Come Again, Martha
That morning in the hotel room, Martha felt nothing if not naughty. She ignored the check out time and luxuriated in a bath until noon. Then she took her bag and fished out the jeans she’d packed in order to avoid a walk of shame in her sexy dress. She’d bought the jeans at the same boutique, though, so they were form-fitting and did wonders for her ass. The t-shirt the sales girl had recommended did the same for her breasts and showed just enough skin above her waist to entice. What she’d forgotten were shoes. The skinny jeans and fuck-me pumps combo did attract some attention in the lobby. C’est la vie. Bryan didn’t come home until the next morning, sticking to the business trip story he’d told her. In fact he texted her …
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