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This is the next morning; it has two parts.

I didn’t sleep at all that night. I didn't go to the bedroom. Stayed in the living room and just thought about the whole last day.

I finally got up and made some coffee, and really thought what was about to come. We would have to talk. Not just top line talk, but about our relationship and what we really wanted. The night before was something we never considered, and it opened doors we never thought possible.

I sat and thought about what happened. I was almost trembling thinking about it. How could I have done what I did? How could she have done what she did? It's not like we talked about something like this; we always kind of fell into these types of sexual situations. Did we really want to fall into this?

I was mad at both of us. I was mad at me for going to depths I didn’t know I had. How much did I want to control someone so much that I would come on her like she was an object? To really sell her to men and encourage her to egg them on? To walk her like a dog? To just throw money at her and get her to perform sex acts? I was disgusted on how far I had sunk.

On the same level, I thought about how far she had sank, and I was disgusted by what she did. Agreeing to more and more sex acts, and only if she got money. The higher the amount got, the more debased she would go and be treated. The final line was her willingness to be gangbanged for money, and saying she want to be a paid party girl. Her thought in the bathroom that she really wanted to do his as a career. I shook my head and realized we were in this together, and we needed to get out of this together.

My hands were trembling. I went to the liquor cabinet, and grabbed the bottle of Irish whiskey to add a shot to my coffee. I stopped. If we were going to get through this, liquor couldn’t be part of the answer.

I sat down and thought of what really happened. Really, it was a lot of firsts, For her, it was an entire litany of firsts. First time wearing sexy underwear, first time wearing it under her work clothes, first time masturbating at work, first time appearing almost naked in our window, first time stripping, first time fucking a bottle, first time wearing a leash and collar and being walked like a dog, first time tied, first time wearing a ball gag, first time wearing a blindfold, first time using sex toys, first time with one up in her ass, first time spanked until her cheeks were red, and first time being painted with cum like a bachelor party worker. And the biggest first she didn’t know about – first time being sold to another man for money.

I heard the shower turn off and realized it wouldn't be long. She did the same thing as we did when it happened at the drive in: She came out as the innocent in the white robe, cute clean face and the Dorothy Hammil haircut.

She came in, just sat down, and said quietly, “We need to talk.”

I said, "I know."

She started. “First, I want you to know I actually liked a lot of what we did yesterday. But I don't want to do that again. It just went too far. We went to place I don't want to go again.”

You could say that again. I replied, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault for getting us in that position.

“It wasn’t just you. I’m equally at fault. I could have stopped it at any time. I was just enjoying each phase and when we moved on, it seemed ok. I have to hand it you, you planned each part perfectly. If you had done things differently, I probably would have put an end to it.

“What do you mean?”

“The whole wearing of underwear for one thing, It was an easy thing to do, and I knew it would be exciting. No one would know or expect it from us. If you had told me to not wear underwear to work, I would have said no and hung up the phone.”

“Anything else?”

"Yes. If you had brought out a camera at any time, that would have ended it. If you told me to leave the windows open all day and be naked in front of it, that would have ended it. But you didn’t. It was just a little at a time, and it was fun to go step by step. It was really exciting.

“What about later?”

“Later was the same thing. The stripping seemed perfectly in line in what we were doing. And I have to yell you, it was really fun. We’ll have to that again” I smiled – glad we could be doing that!

“But nothing ever got of control. Even wearing the dog collar and leash, You didn't go nuts with it. If you had said to roll over and do tricks, that would have ended it. I have to say, you planned it well."

“Ok, but what about the rest of the night?”

“By that point I was into it. I was committed in my mind to be the best little wh*r* I could. I was excited, ready for anything you would throw at me. Going from handing me money to throwing money at me made me feel we were heading into really hot times. I was going from one stage to another. And you even knew when to increase the intensity when to back off. I don't know if you had all those moments planned out, but they worked. To keep me in and wanting to do more. The idea of eating me out slowed things down and gave me a chance to recharge a bit."

I took a breath. “Ok, what about you saying you wanted to be a full time call girl. Was that all in the heat of the moment, or did you really mean it?’

She paused. I thought that wasn’t a good sign. “At those moments last night, yes, I wanted to do. In fact, when I went to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and really liked what is saw. A good girl who could make a room of men go wild. Someone who could use their body for money whenever they wanted. In the shower, I imagined me working a party, and all those men paying for the right to use me any way they wanted”

I gulped. Was she really serous?

She continued. “ The real idea they could do that made me spin. I could see myself kneeling in front of bunch of guys, crawling from one dick to the next. I would suck two dicks at a time. I’d have one is my pussy and one in my ass. I would have cum drop off my face as I got passed around from one guy to the next. It made me so hot just thinking that I fucked myself with the bottle of shampoo."

She paused and then said. “When I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror. A complete transformation. No cum, just a clean face."

Ok, now she was changing her mind.“ And that’s when you thought..

She interrupted, “That's when I thought I could really do it and make really big bucks! I saw this cute little teacher – and that will fill all any guys fantasies. Imagine someone like your high school teacher – and now you had the chance to fuck her brains out,. To cum all over her and pass her to the next guy. When I went to bed, I resolved to tell you this morning I wanted us to investigate me performing at bachelor parties. Or, become part of an escort service where I could be someone’s Friday night girl. This way, I could continue to teach during the week and be a call girl on the weekend. Keep the double life going and no one would be the wiser!”

My jaw dropped. “Wait! Are you saying you want to do that! You really want to be call girl?

“No”, she quickly said, “I don't want that.”

“Then what changed your mind”.

“I woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night. I looked over to your side of the bed and you were gone. My first thought was that customers don’t spend the night with their hookers; they go home to their wives. I thought you didn’t want to spend the night with the hooker you just finished with. Then I realized I was a wife, not a wh*r*.”

I let out a huge sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear. You had me really thinking you wanted to be a professional call girl".

“While I was doing all those things, yes, yes I did. And the more I did things throughout the night, the more I liked it and really felt I could be a very successful call girl”

We passed the idea of her changing her career from High School English teacher to call girl, but I wanted to find out her feelings during the entire event...