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Hot daughterSuppose, just suppose, she found an experienced man, a practiced, professional gigolo. That was an idea. Such a man might be able to produce the desired feeling inside her tormented body. It was certainly worth a try. That evening, after the supper dishes were washed and put away, and her school homework was all done, Bernadette went to her room, put on a short, sexy, pink mini-dress, daubed on some bright-red lipstick, then quietly left the house and took the bus to the heart of town. There were more than a half-dozen bars there, but these she avoided. No high-class gigolo would go into a bar. They took women who paid them out to high-class restaurants and nightclubs. But the reason many women had to pay for companionship was, they were old to the point of decay. Their bodies felt nothing any more, and more often than not, they kept the gigolos for show. There was a classy restaurant in the next town, so Bernadette took a bus there. It was posh enough, all right, and it had a little bar, as well. With the lipstick on, she looked over twenty-one, and when she walked into the bar, no one thought to question her for proof of age ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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