A Prostitution Family Story - Annie & Steve,
 Four Daughters in sexwork, Priests and more
 

My wife's work by Steve

Dave says:  A very interesting story of a very unconventional but very loving open family

Introduction
We are as married as any couple you have ever met and are church going Roman Catholics. Four of our daughters who share my wife's line of work are regular communicants as well.

Annie has had more than a few hundred (no actual count has been kept -- only guestimates) different men each year. Over her forty years she has had thousands of men and tens of thousands of encounters. She is still going strong.

Now in her mid-fifties she appears to be in her early forties or younger. Her body is the envy of women in their twenties. She approaches each sexual encounter be it private and intimate or a group session with the enthusiasm of a Virgin. She returned home recently from a stag party where she had had oral and vaginal sex with more than twenty men and treated me as though she had been home all evening.

The whole area of prostitution is so misrepresented by the moralists today as to be laughable. From time to time I've engaged in the field when Annie has needed a man for her sessions. Though I'm straight, I've engaged in all sorts of things with men and trannies in Annie's engagements.

She started very young which is when we first met. We actually fell in love when I was one of her many Johns one evening.

I am so happy that you are interested in our family story. I mentioned to Annie that I was going to write to you and she was pleased to know there may be an outlet for her story.

Let me just give you a brief outline of how I think it could be told and I'll defer to your judgment of whether or not all the details, especially where it relates to her and her brother with a number of Catholic Priests and a few of their friends. Considering the stories coming out now in the Boston Arch Diocese Annie's background is most timely. Her first priest was a very good man trapped in the celibacy nonsense and feared relations with an adult man or woman because they might expose them.

He was very interesting. He explained to both of them that oral and anal sex was not sex (shades of Clinton) and he could do that with them and remain celibate. Annie's brother, was permitted to see the priest without clothes but Annie had to wear a blindfold before either of them undressed. She said his breathing would become loud as she removed her bra and underpants. She didn't always wear a bra but he asked that she do so whenever she visited him.

I'm way ahead of myself at this point.

The first installments will be her early days with her brother. He was fourteen and she was ten. Her first paid sex was at about twelve and I met her when she was thirteen. I'll give some of my background with subtle changes to protect identity. (names have obviously been changed).

God Bless you and your needed work.

Background
For the record, we both hold graduate degrees and Annie has her doctorate in abnormal psychology. During her thirty years of practice she continued prostitution with selected clients. She truly loves sex and would probably have done most things she has for no pay if need be. Annie denies being a nymphomaniac. Her analyst says she lacks some of the elements such as a willingness to take great risks to have sex.

In her forty years plus of activity she has never been arrested or had a serious related health issue. She was run down a few years ago which is when she decided to close her active practice and devoted full time to the field she likes the most. With our daughters entering the field she has devoted much time to guiding them and introducing them to many of her clients. She shares clients with our two oldest daughters who have been hooking for fifteen and eighteen years respectively.

Annie is pretty but not glamorous. Four of our daughters are. Annie says I'm "the luckiest man in the world living in a Harem of beautiful Harlots." She is right. Hugh Heffner should have it so good. Not only the Harem but they work with as many as fifty or so woman at any given time and I often receive professional courtesies :+}.

More to come. I've got to pick up Annie and another lady from an all-nighter with a wealthy older guy.

Childhood Play With Brother and the Experiences with Priest
Annie and her brother grew up in a major Midwestern City. Mike was born in 1942 and Annie arrived in 1945. Their father and mother were from farms which had turned into dust. They married in 1941 because she was pregnant with Michael. Days later bombs dropped on Pearl Harbor and their lives changed forever. Michael, Sr., the service and Mom went to work in a large laundry. Mike, Sr., had been overseas nearly two years when Annie was born.

During WWII this was not uncommon. However it did not sit well with Mike Sr and while he landed a good job he drank heavily and beat his wife regularly. Home life was not good for Mike and Annie. Dad reenlisted in the military at the outbreak of the Korean War only to return a few years later even meaner than he left. He left his family a year or so after Korea never to be heard from again.

Mother continued to work in the laundry, long days and sometimes on the weekends. Yet they were not able to make ends meet. Finally they moved into a more affordable two bedroom apartment. It was then that Mike and Annie had to share a bedroom.

They were in a new neighborhood, church and parochial school. Mike was an alter boy while Annie tended to chores at home. There were few children in their area so they tended to keep to themselves. The parish priest took an interest in Mike and things seemed to be going OK for them.

One day Annie came home unexpected to find Mike playing with himself in the bedroom while reading a skin magazine. She had seen him nude many times before but never with an erection. She stood quietly by the bedroom door watching Mike pleasure himself for at least a couple of minutes. Suddenly he noticed her there. His face turned red and he tried to hide his fully erect penis but Annie was fully curious.

One thing led to another until she finally persuaded him to let her see it. While their mother made a big thing of them not seeing the other's naked body they did so regularly without much thought.

Annie insisted on watching more, Mike at first resisted. Finally he allowed her to touch it. It became a naughty thrill for each of them. Annie ran her fingers up and down simulating Mike's motion. Mike could no longer resist. Before he knew it he was having an orgasm. Semen squirted everywhere. She says she got it on her hair face, arm, blouse, Mike's face and stomach were covered as well. She continued to stroke it as the goop went everywhere.

A spent Mike and giggling Annie. It must have been quite a sight. It was just the first of many such episodes. Mike was sonly the first of what is now thousands of men who have taken delight in Annie's favors. They repeated that scene dozens of times during the next few months.

During confession Mike related to the priest what had happened with his sister. The priest insisted on seeing the boy alone in his quarters in the rectory to discuss this further. Mike was the perfect target for the priest. He became the older man's love interest for more than a year. Mike confided in Annie what was going on.

Nearly a year later she confessed to the same priest. She got the same routine. It was then he got her to demonstrate on him what she did with Mike. The priest was larger than Mike and he had her hold a towel over his penis before it erupted. She felt a sensation throughout her body when the priest came. A feeling of great control. She was enjoying what was happening.

AGE 12
After her first encounter with the priest, Annie knew intuitively she had discovered something she thoroughly enjoyed, the power to make men respond to what she did. In a sense she became the center of attention. Here own body was going through change. Her little buds told of things to come. Her mother thought she was the daughter of a Swedish businessman who was traveling through the country during the war. Her Mom was working nights at a cocktail lounge and became friendly with him. It appears that even though she was a very religious lady who spent many hours in church each week she was also normal in that she needed sex as anyone else does.

Very early on Annie was a "real looker" fair skinned, medium blue eyes, a Nordic frame, very athletic appearing. She had and has a wholesomeness about her. Annie is the type any Mom would hope her son would bring home. Most men had to take another look anywhere she went.

Even today, after years of sex and six children she has an hourglass figure. She has a client who loves to see her in a waist sincher and she is able to draw her roughly twenty-seven inch waist down to fourteen inches. However, I digress.

I am a little vague as to when her brother and she began to go beyond masturbation. He told her she should remain a Virgin as long as she could to protect her from pregnancy. She agreed and he then taught her other ways of satisfying men and herself.

One night Mike told Annie what he and the priest did (mostly the priest doing). That he performed and received oral sex from him and received anal sex. The priest refused to accept anal. He taught his sister to perform both on him. The first few attempts at oral sex were a disaster. Annie choked and gagged. Anal was quite another matter. He fingered her anally virtually daily except when her period was present. Too sloppy for them. Gradually he worked her to the point where he could easily slip two fingers into her. Finally he suggested they try it and she did. He was gentle and she enjoyed it more than she imagined. To this day anal is pleasurable, especially when she's on her back and her legs lifted over her head.

The oral came along over time and she had now mastered two things most women of her time would even consider. Her brother was sixteen at the time and she was only twelve. Within a few weeks they worked out a plan where she would seduce the priest into more than hand jobs. His favorite position with her was to sit in an easy chair while she knelt between his legs. This time she leaned way over and took him orally. She recalls how his body stiffened in surprise and how he thrashed when he reached orgasm. While his taste was somewhat different from her brother it was a pleasant experience.

Her brother became her first and only pimp introducing her to his friends who paid two or three dollars for a BJ from Annie. She was now on a path which would never end.

A year after that is when I met her. She was hired for a gangbang at the drive in theater. I was one of four. She got ten bucks for the night and a husband for life. We fell instantly in love. A love which is as strong today as ever.

Next her expanded opportunities, especially among clergymen of all denominations.....

THE TEEN YEARS
Shortly after Annie's fourteenth birthday, Mike joined the service. He and Annie had shared something some would describe as sick and pathetic. Incest is not a healthy existence. However, they never had intercourse. Mike steered her clear of it for fear she would become pregnant. We also became good friends and remain so today. He is retired from teaching engineering at a western college. He married and had three children, all boys.

Annie and I had been dating regularly for nearly two years when she celebrated her fifteenth birthday. We talked extensively about the future. It was then we developed our philosophy on sex which serves us today. Essentially sex is a product of human attraction and desires. Love is a special bond between two people. I love (actually adore) my wife. We have lived up to our responsibilities as parents and spouses. I could not have found a better mate.

Some have asked, "How could you stand the thought of your wife having sex with another man?" The answer is simple. I want for her whatever she desires. The fact she is this minute with another man has no bearing on me. When she is happy I am happy. When she is blue I am as well. After all that is said and done it is with me she will spend her entire life. The same is true in reverse. Most of our attitudes were formed before I left for the service.

During Annie's high school years (in a Catholic girls school) she continued to see a limited number of boys and men. She soon learned the safest route to happiness for her was the mature men she was able to meet.

One classic example was her mother's supervisor at the laundry. He continually hit on Annie's Mom but she resisted. Annie went to work part time for the company when they needed extra help usually as a folder in the shipping room. At age fourteen Annie was a statuesque blonde with well developed breasts and a firm round rear, a figure she still possess today.

She knew of the difficulty had with this one person. Because she rebuffed his advances she had all the worst jobs, was scolded in from of her peers, etc. Annie devised a plan to resolve the problem. When there was none in the area of his office she simply entered it and closed the door behind her. He immediately turned on his charm. Annie's presence was great and she had on a skirt and tight fitting broadcloth shirt. She immediately returned his smile and approached him. She then asked if there was anything she could do to better her mom's situation.

Annie had him sized up right. When he responded there was a tremor in his voice. She asked him to lock the door. As he turned back she was on her knees before him hands reaching for his fly. Annie said he was the original minute man. No sooner had his penis entered her mouth he came. Her mother was promoted to assistant supervisor in another part of the laundry. Mission accomplished. She visited him occasionally thereafter and it was always the same.

She cultivated the first priest into a sort of pimp. He encouraged her to introduce her around to his closest friends. One was a fairly wealthy business owner in his sixties or seventies. The confessional is a powerful tool to find allies. This man was lonely as a widower and admitted to having carnal desires. Desires met, he was a happy man again who gleefully set up a special scholarship to pay Annie's tuition. Her mother was relieved from the heavy burden and Annie liked the old fellow anyway. She saw him for three years until a heart attack did him in. Annie didn't reveal whether she was the cause of the attack ;-}.

She was an excellent student in school though the only extracurricular activity she participated in was the choir. She has a beautiful voice. I tell her it's because her vocal cords are always so well lubricated. Oh, yes, the choir director became one more client. She accepted no money from him. She enjoyed him so much it was her way of thanking him.

Throughout her remaining high school years she wrote to me nightly. I returned home as often as possible. During her senior year I was shipped to an area I could return home on weekend passes. Our own sex life was as hot as could be. You could say we were addicted to each other, an addiction we still have.

The only demand Annie ever imposed on me was "no booze". Her experience with her dad still haunts her today. Drugs were added to the list as well. Thank God, as far as we know our children are drug free and drink only socially. She will not have sex with anyone who has had any liquor.

She attributes this no booze/drugs policy as the reason she has never been harmed and has had only limited health concerns. Most of the women I know in the business report they have had occasional beatings and have had to deal with many health issues.

Before she graduated from high school she had dozens of men. She was able to save considerable money since she had only limited expenses. She kept the money in a steel box beneath the floorboards of her bedroom. We secretly eloped right out of high school within days of my discharge from the service.

We both enrolled in the same college (I had the G.I. Bill) and went on to our degrees, mine in engineering and hers in psyche. She went on to her doctorate and had a private practice for more than thirty years. We graduated just before the drug culture took firm hold on the campus. And, yes, Annie was a favorite of many of the older professors, including a few deans. We even had a few older married couples who thrilled at foursomes. I was earning my keep and I loved (and still do) the thrill of it.

The College Years
When we settled down as husband and wife I began to have pangs of conscience, guilt, and mostly, jealousy. "My wife with another man?'" permeated my thinking. Annie as usual was quite candid and practical. She suggested we complete our undergrad degrees and save enough to put one of us through grad school. Logical. I went along with it.

Along the way she befriended a few other women who needed extra money for school and about ten of them formed a group. They organized parties for faculty men, local business types and especially clergymen. Keep in mind this is the mid-sixties. They were each earning $500 per week or more. That translated to many thousand in today's dollars.

I enjoyed the new found friends because we had some interesting times. I helped arrange business parties and supervised them. I don't think Annie worked more than fifteen hours in a given week. One night she and one of the other girls did a stag party. Two hours, $300 each. I remember these vividly. She and her partner performed a lesbian act for about fifteen minutes and the two proceeded to give about thirty guys BJs. This happened once or twice a month for four years.

I found my jealousy turned to joy. Annie and I had a great sex life. We did a few kinky things together. We had our cake and were able to eat it too...

Annie's only negative was the lack of intercourse. She did significant amounts of anal and oral, but only limited vaginal intercourse, even with me for fear of becoming pregnant. We also had a couple of VD scares. Raw areas sort of like jock itch had us worried. It turned out to be a heat rash. Cold sores. Again nothing.

Within four years Annie had her doctorate and was already in practice. With some of the money she earned she built a battered women's shelter especially for abused street hookers. It is still in operation today. Most of them had multiple problems. Pimps, drugs, booze, poor education, poor health, you name it some of these poor kids had them. I say kids because most were in their teens. Because of the type of work they did they feared the police or most any other type of facility.

Annie's shelter provided or arranged for health care, counseling, clothing, even education. All but a few of the professionals are former street girls. Today they work with the police to have the younger ones brought to the shelter rather than the police station. Some of the "grads" return to their homes, some move on to other jobs and a few have followed Annie's path in the perfusion. But only a select few.

We had our first child (we have six daughters) in the late sixties. Annie had begun to have intercourse with certain selected clients. Any of the clergymen, old men, businessmen, policemen, etc. She had to know them. Annie also had a great relationship with a number of professional ballplayers, mostly black basketball players. She occasionally went on road trips with the black players and was remunerated well. She said they had the sexual stamina of many men.

Annie loved her players, the sex was great and the money good.

Annie breasted our daughter and had a client who shared the milk for a hefty price. He was odd but he really liked that and she didn't mind.

My sincerity was tested when Annie became pregnant the second time. By then she was having bareback sex with a number of men so we had no way of knowing who had made her pregnant. I had promised her any child born to our marriage was to be presumed to be ours. Period. No questions asked. Our second daughter is mulatto. Half black. We love her and accept her as simply one of six.

Actually, at least three of the children are in that category. It matters not. We are a loving and tightly knit family.

OUR CHILDREN
All of our children are OUR children. Annie had them, it matters not who impregnated her. I know what line of work she is in. There's only one way to get pregnant and that's intercourse. Frankly we talked about it and we decided as a couple she would come off the pill so we could have kids. I have no regrets. I am the most pampered man alive with six daughters and now some granddaughters.

All of our girls are college trained (one is a junior this year). My only regret is not even one boy. Too late now. Besides age, Annie had a necessary medical procedure after our sixth. The doctor warned any more children could threaten her life. We are Pro Life and don't believe in abortion so we took a reasonable alternative.

Our experience in prostitution has told us it must be decriminalized. Not for our sake. We have learned to live around the laws and at times us the law to our advantage.

Many of the abused young women who are served by Annie's shelter would not be there if there were no laws concerning the oldest profession. Consensual sex is a matter between two people. We can debate the statutory age. We can't debate the total arrogance of a government who establishes moral conduct for its citizens.

We are now in our golden years. Me knocking on 60's door and Annie on the same lap. Our daughters who engage in the business have had the benefit of a loving mother who taught them well how to proceed if that was their choosing.

I read not too long ago of a man who murdered his wife and her lover. They had four children. Those four children now have the government acting as their parents.

Sex is a pleasure. My wife is my partner. Why she must limit herself to me (or me to her) regarding sex is beyond. I have her love and affection. I don't own her body or mind. When she is happy, I am happy. Christ said to love others as ....Well you know the quote.

TODAY'S PROSTITUTION CLIMATE
Annie's success was due to her willingness to perform in ways most wives would never dream of, namely anal, oral and some kinky things like gangbangs.

Today, Viagra has created a whole new market for prostitutes. There are even a few wives ordering up services for their husbands.

The best story is about the wife who is in her late seventies with a husband about ten years younger. Her back will not permit her to have intercourse of any type with him. She hired Annie to demonstrate ho to perform good oral sex. The old gal seems to be successful because there have been no further requests from him....

I didn't think these photos would compromise Annie's identity. Her hair coloring changes from time to time but this is pretty much her.

BTW, names like harlot, slut, hooker, whore and the like are accepted and actually looked upon as terms of honor by all the women in our family.

 

Annie Today
Hi Dave, these pictures are from a set we did for "Annie" for one of her boyfriends. It's a guy she sees two or three times weekly. She also travels with him from time to time on business trips abroad. She's been throughout the middle-east Europe and Thailand with him. She may go to Australia with him. When she does not travel with him one of our daughters does. They get paid handsomely and service him and some of his better customers. He has not told Annie anything but I suspect he likes younger flesh.

As you can see Annie is ageing. About two years she had some minor procedures to her face and breasts. She is still gorgeous for her late fifties and can handle a great deal more than women half her age. I'll get into more details about her delights in a later letter. Please do not publish these pictures since she is on the net only in photos which don't reveal her facial likeness. It is a different story with our daughters. They love being on the internet.

Dave says:  Obviously not showing current pictures as requested but she still looks very nice!.  The other pictures are when she was younger and Steve said can use in this article.

BUT:
You may publish this one since her likeness is not revealed... (Today's Annie)

Talk At Family Brunch
We generally have a family brunch on Sunday and yesterday was no exception. Our daughters and their significant others, grandchildren, and sometimes a close friend or two usually attend.

I revealed to them what I am doing with you. Annie already knew and approved. As a matter of fact she's enjoyed the trip down memory lane and has been a big help with anecdotes.

The prostitution business has changed tremendously due to the Internet. More opportunities present themselves, more young women are beginning younger (that's both good and bad) and have far fewer inhibitions to doing different sexual things and men.
 

Viva Viagra
There are some significant differences between prostitution in the late fifties when Annie first started in the business. First, there was no pill. Second, condoms were awful and not at all reliable. She rarely required their use. Third, Viagra and the many sexual stimulants available today. And fourth, the Internet.

For Annie Viagra has been a Godsend. She has dozens of seventies and even eighties calling her. One old guy in his eighties had two orgasms with in fifteen minutes recently. The wives of these Viagra men have not had sex in many years and don't know how to handle them. One of them called Annie to arrange an appointment for her husband.

When she first started men were satisfied with a quick blowjob. A big deal was anal sex. Today's John wants all sorts of things for his money ranging from someone intimate to talk to all the way to BDSM.

What has not changed is the different staged of prostitution. In Psych 101 we learned about Maislow's (sp?) Pyramid. The very bottom layer of the pyramid was survivalists. Meeting the most basic needs....shelter, clothing for warmth, and sustenance. Next level up was safety by joining with others against predators. Third was fire and warmth and socialization. Fourth was social organization. And finally, self-actualization.

The same holds true for prostitution. The street walker doing it of the need to survive. Runaways, druggies, slaves held psychologically captive by pimps. Next level women who have no other occupation which can provide the basics. Then you get up to the brothel types who enjoy the adulation and money they can earn. Above them is the escort type who works within a group. Finally there is the hooker who loves the work, makes outstanding money and is a smart business person with it.

Annie says she would have found it difficult to not object to our daughters entering on the first two levels. One of them did the Nevada brothel scene and actually enjoyed it. Everything was done for her. John recruitment, screening, collection, safety, etc. The rest started on level four or five. Quite possibly the brothel is a good place to learn the trade.

When Annie started in the business she hadn't given a thought to money. Her brother introduced her to some of his friends and she became the center of attention. She liked that as any twelve year old would. The sixteen year old boys liked sex any way they could get it. Getting sex in the puritanical 50's was no easy trick. Most girls were frightened to death about pregnancy. Today we begin our daughters early on the pill or Norplant. We teach them about the fantastic condoms now available, etc. Sex is available today for boys as never before. My guess is that by fifteen more than half the girls are no longer virgin. Oral sex and mutual masturbation start even earlier. Girls see porn on the Internet and realize it's an OK thing, which frankly I see it as a good thing.

My wife and I don't believe in abortion except in the most extreme of circumstances. She has worked with distraught young girls who became pregnant for over thirty years. With very rare exceptions, the girls who get pregnant most often, sometimes multiple times, are those from families who refuse to acknowledge the obvious, to wit, kids will experiment with sex. Why not give them the resources to protect themselves while at the same time having fun with their boyfriends? Those resources include the understanding that mutual masturbation and exploration of each other's bodies' is acceptable behavior. That oral sex is not the same as intercourse.

Steve's Sexual Experiences and Meeting Annie
My first exposure to sex was as a ten (about) year old. It was with a fellow alterboy who was a high school senior (incidentally, he became a priest). After him there were a couple more alter boys, a priest, and an older man in the neighborhood. The only sexual experience I had until I was nearly fifteen was homosexual. Frankly, it was fun. I have no regrets and wouldn't worry about young boys in such exploration of self. Of the dozen or so boys only one or two turned out gay.

My first female was a fortyish divorced woman. She was a waitress at a local restaurant and I delivered newspapers to her apartment. One cold winter day she invited me in to warm up after I finished my deliveries. I took her up on the offer. When I arrived she was in a housecoat. She had made me a hot chocolate and sat beside me at the kitchen table. While she spoke her hand found my knee and worked its way up my leg, the same approach the priest had taken with me. Time has put some shadows on the details but I learned a woman's BJ is different from a man's and her vagina is preferable to a man's rear.

I had a few more encounters with her and some of the other alter boys and the priest until I went to the drive in theater with a few friends. The driver had promised a surprise visitor. I was the last to be picked up and there was Annie in the back seat. When the movie began Annie serviced each of the boys, me included. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me ever. You may chose not to believe the following, but it is true. Annie and I fell madly in love that evening and I didn't know she was paid to be with us. I dated her from time to time afterward. She shocked me when she told me she was going to have sex with a couple of other boys when I called for a date one night. It was then she finally explained what she thought I already knew. She had sex for money. But not with me because she had strong feelings for me. It took a little time for me to understand and accept what she told me.

Once I accepted her selling sex I was able to separate sex from the rest of our life. I did then and do now melt at the sight of her. We are still like two teenagers when we're together. We've done mountain climbing, sky diving, traveling, etc. We love to be together. Our sex is great and she has not tired of yet another orgasm. I suspect she never will.

In the early days she did teen boys. As time went on she learned it was better to do men including clergymen of all denominations, business men, and some professionals. For them at that time a BJ was sufficient to satisfy them. She took a simple BJ to special heights for these men. Most had an ego desire do kneeling before them while they stood or were seated was an important visual. She always smiled at them. Licked their testicles and the shaft until they were rock hard. Only then would she lick around the head. When their hips began to move she would "Go fog the O" as she puts it. Swallowing was very important to them. She could (and does now) detect during the pre-cum whether the taste of the semen would be good or not. If it was not she would force the penis deep into her throat to avoid most of the taste. If it was acceptable she worked the head as the man came in her mouth. Most of them delighted at seeing her swallow.

Today many men mimic what they've seen on the web, facials and splattering her hair and clothes. It is a big thing for most occasions. I still prefer to stay in the woman's mouth.

Annie and our daughters all have wigs which they wear for orgies and stag parties. They know they're doing to get drenched. A motorcycle gang hired one of our daughters for a Bukakke party. There were about forty men involved. Many to the club's women "warmed up" their men for our girl to finish and then allow them to shoot semen anywhere they wanted. (A few photos from that party found their way to the Net, if I find them I'll pass them along).

Nevada daughter
This is a set done in Nevada. They made a video at the same time. She did underground club acts with this man and a couple of others. There are quite a few sets of her on the net, none working a party. They're all legit so no legal danger. She loves black men, especially the well endowed. She says size does count (her Mom agrees). I hate to admit the sight of my own daughter (one of the non-biological children) makes me horny as hell.

She loves steel restraints. She has made offers to me but my hang-up on incest keeps me honest. Sometimes being a parent can be trying :0).

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The women's shelter...........
We've talked mostly about the fun and glamour side of prostitution in general. There is a dark and seamy side as well. That lowest slab of the pyramid.

This area is composed mostly of runaways, drug addicts, retarded kids, generally desperate people. Some have children, some obviously don't. The one common denominator is none should be where she is. All are afraid to be anywhere else. They also give the profession a bad name. From a public perspective, sadly, all women from the lowest of the low all the way to courtesan are viewed as the same. Very unfair.

Annie started an outreach for her shelter nearly thirty years ago. She viewed these castoff women as people in need of help. I remember the fifteen who was beaten with a wire clothes hanger because she didn't turn enough tricks for her pimp. She was a runaway who had hooked with this creep when she arrived on a bus. He had whipped her back and punched her breasts. Through the cooperation of the police and a state agency she was allowed to stay until her wounds healed and she received counseling. Unfortunately her parents didn't want her and she didn't want to return either. She wound up in a state home and we lost track of her in a couple of years.

She had been punished severely by her pimp for some time but she was afraid to go to the police because she feared arrest for prostitution. This is just one instance where our prostitution laws are totally useless. They protect no one and do immeasurable harm to real victims.

Our laws against pedophile are a sham as well. Yes, a child must be protected and nothing should occur between people without consent. Under the law Annie's brother broke the law. The older alterboy I had an experience did as well. Ditto for my first woman. I'm glad those events occurred. They were good experiences for each of us. It is interesting that a teacher can expose children to all sorts of information in health class including how to perform different homosexual and heterosexual acts but a parent doing so can be in legal jeopardy.

When we taught our children too abstain as long as possible from vaginal intercourse (until they were old enough to take the pill) she recommended oral and manual stimulation. We also taught them masturbation was a good thing as well. She demonstrated ways to do these things.

Our home is a three story home with the bedrooms on the second and third. In those areas clothing is optional. As a matter of fact rarely worn unless we are heading downstairs or out. As they grew children's natural curiosity has led them to explore and compare body parts. Since I was the only male they were quite curious about "that thing." At no time was the body considered dirty. Even though we often wear cotton under pants for hygienic reasons there was enough total nudity that there was never a sense of shame.

We answered all their questions in ways they could understand. We have a guest room in the cellar. It's really a sexual function room. As they grew the girls were permitted to retreat there with their dates for private moments. Respect for one another is the key to a harmonious existence. Most anything two people do with consent is tolerated (and encouraged). Our daughters return home often, sometimes with their boyfriends or husbands and children. Fortunately, not all at once.

The young women who have pimps and work the barrooms never had this type of start.

One of the most interesting things ever to happen to Annie and me:
The following occurred around 1990. Until a few years ago I took business trips which were a couple of days to two weeks in duration. I was away about a week when I returned a day early so I stopped by the shelter on my way home from the airport. I thought I might be able to take Annie to lunch. Frankly I couldn't wait to see her. After all these years I still missed her from the moment we were apart.

When I arrived she was in a counseling session so I waited in her office. She had a portable phone (the old Motorola lunch box type) there. The only people with her phone number were family members, her best Johns, and the emergency people at the shelter. She was on call twenty-four hours a day in each profession.

I answered the phone when it rang, there was a woman's voice at the other end. She asked for who I was so I told her Annie's husband. Annie being married seemed to surprise the voice on the other end so I asked who she was. She answered Mrs. Roger ********. There was a very long pause when I finally spoke up. I asked if I could take a message. She was flustered at this point. I recognized the man's name and realized this is the wife of a John. I feared the worst. Usually Johns' wives are not happy people. This one didn't seem angry though. Suddenly she began to talk and mentioned they had been married over twenty-five years, had three older children, were happily married, loved one another very much, she went on and on. Finally she blurted out she had known of the arrangements Roger and Annie had. She understood why he went to a prostitute. Because she was not at all sexually motivated and she would like to spend some time with Annie to maybe learn something that might interest Roger. Wow!

Just then Annie came into the office. I gave her the phone and told her who was on the line and why. Cool and charming as ever Annie spoke with her. After an exchange Annie agreed to meet her at our home since that's where she had entertained Roger there a couple of times when I was away and the other woman was familiar with the neighborhood. I did not take part in the meeting which lasted about an hour.

When it was over the two acted like two old friends. They were holding hands as they entered the kitchen (we spend most of our family social time there) and Annie made a formal introduction. Suzy is a beautiful, well conditioned woman for someone her age (50?). Wavy silvery hair, smooth complexion, moderate breasts and slender legs (I size up women the moment I meet them). "Good looking chick," I thought.

Right out of the blue Suzy told me what a wonderful woman Annie is. I agreed.

During the next few days spent some time together. At heart Suzy is lesbian and never before understood the sexual implications of it. I know she and Annie had some intimate moments. She also taught Suzy some of the things Roger like, especially oral sex. She admitted she didn't mind at all doing these things for Roger. Roger knew Annie enjoyed being with a woman sometimes but I don't know if he knew right away about Annie and Suzy's relationship. Since that time the four of us have had some wonderful evenings together. Every so often either Suzy or Annie push Roger and I into doing things together. I think since we have the excuse of doing it for the girls we accept it. I know Suzy has spent time with a couple of our daughters who are also bi.

A phone call which could have been a real sour experience turned into a fun relationship. BTW, Suzy has learned the oral arts well from Annie.

The next story does not have a happy ending.

Tough story..........
I've been trying to find some way to discuss the saddest series of events but it still tugs at our emotions greatly. It is about a young runaway girl, fourteen at the time, who fell in love with a pimp who picked her up at a bus station. She was a virgin at the time and was trying to escape a terrible home situation. The pimp had intercepted her at the bus station. She had little money, one change of clothing and toiletries which she carried in an oversized handbag.

Her escape from home had not been well planned. Her Mom was a druggie and lived with an equally loathsome person. They knew all the schemes of how to milk the welfare system. The man was physically abusive of her mother and had made many unwanted sexual advances toward her as well. Her torment came to a head when the boyfriend told her mother that she had made advances on him. Her Mom beat her severely. That night she stole all the money in the house (not very much, less than a hundred dollars), packed her handbag with a set of clothes and left in the middle of the night. The next morning she purchased a bus tick to our city (she lived in a large city as well). She obviously had a bewildered and disheveled appearance when she arrived at the terminal. To a pimp the sight of her was like blood in the water for a shark.

He approached her, took her to lunch, and was generally charming. He offered her to stay with him until she could find a place of her own. She accepted. When she arrived she found a few other girls living in his apartment, three to a room.

By this time she was frightened and traumatized by the events of the last twenty-four hours. The pimp told her she could sleep in his bed while he was out for the evening with the other girls. They all returned shortly after midnight. The young girl was in bed when the pimp entered. He offered her a massage to relax her, and within a short time had taken her virginity. She was afraid to resist.

The next morning he informed her she could stay with him for as long as she pleased but had to be able to earn some money to help with household expenses. She said she had never had a job and was not skilled in anything in particular. He told her he would teach her. In the presence of the other girls he brought two kitchen chairs side by side, had here sit beside him, placed his hand behind her neck and told her they were in the front seat of a car or the back seat of a taxi.

After opening the fly of his boxer shorts he pulled her head down and forced her to have oral sex on him. The other girls and the pimp laughed at her when she choked on his penis and got a special thrill of watching her gag on his semen.

She was told that was all she had to do and she would be paid $20 each time. It took only a few minutes. He told her he would pay her a portion of the proceeds. That of course was a lie. That night she went with a few men and brought back about $100. She learned that was not enough and was warned tomorrow night she needed to do better.

It was that first night she was introduced to marijuana and cheap wine. By the end of the week she was frightened beyond anything that had happened at home. About two weeks into her odyssey she threw up on a John. The pimp saw her do it. He ripped an antenna from a car and beat her severely. Blood showed through her blouse on her breasts and back. A policeman saw what had happened, chased the pimp away and took her to the hospital. She refused to say anything to either the police or medical people.

The policeman was a regular visitor to Annie. He knew of her double life and called her to see if she could help with the girl. She was brought from the hospital to the shelter where she was met by one of the staff and was allowed to bathe, but that was to difficult because of the open welts. Eventually she was cleaned up and given a warm cotton sweat suit to wear.

The following morning Annie began to deal with her. I don't recall what they did but in a few days she was beginning to respond in a positive way. However, she continued to resist identifying herself, where she was from, who the pimp was, nothing. After a few weeks she was ordered by a judge into a state foster agency. We lost complete contact with her at that point. About a year later we learned she committed suicide. We don't know the circumstances but Annie said she many demons she needed to deal with and they may have been too overwhelming.

One of the things she had revealed to Annie was her fear of saying anything about the prostitution to the police and feared the pimp, if he was in trouble, would finger her with the police. If prostitution was not against the law she may have revealed what took place and had the pimp locked up for a long time for rape and other charges. Her fear of returning home was as great as her fear of the pimp.

Annie says she was a sweet kid and very intelligent. The limited testing she had done on her placed her in the top ten percentile for her age. This is remarkable for someone in such circumstances. Annie says sometimes school work and homework are a diversion so girls like her sometimes totally immerse themselves in anything that shuts out their rotten circumstances.

I think when we discuss prostitution we must be mindful that the prohibition laws against prostitution have consequences. We've met very few street girls who are happy in any way. It is a last resort for them.

Corsets
I cannot find any of the old Polaroids I have of Alice in a tight corset. It took her about three years to be able to draw down to the very thin waist she developed. She still wears one regularly though rarely does the 24/7 with it. She wears them for sleeping and for special clients. On vacation she goes back to 24/7 to get it back to where she had it. One of the sex benefits is the restriction of the breathing so it's a modified asphyxiation type of thing. Orgasms become more intense. With the corset she can sometimes climax just with nipple stimulation.

I sometimes feel like an Arab Sheik with a Harem
Gust kidding of course!  This is a photo our fifteen year old granddaughter taken by her boyfriend. Most of our girls (with one notable exception) are well developed young and blonde, not to mention pretty and shapely. I sometimes feel like an Arab Sheik with a harem ;-}. You may use these if you can obscure her likeness (black out eyes)?
 

This is a photo you can readily use. It demonstrates to wonderful condition Annie has kept herself in. It was taken by a boyfriend (not a client). We each have a couple of friends we are close to such as this fellow named Jack. Jack was an early contributor to the shelter many years ago and they started a friendship. I know the fellow and he is very married with older children. They get together sometimes for lunch and at times she is the meal :-). He loves to photograph her since model photography is his hobby. I've seen shots of his wife when she was younger and she is a doll.

I think it's great she can have a boyfriend she can feel comfortable with on a purely one on one basis. They knew each other for a few years before they had sex for the first time. It was difficult for him because he felt guilt. Surprisingly it was his wife who convinced him it was OK with her since she had a girlfriend oof her own for many years. It seems she is bi but remains very married herself.

We've been to plays, movies and dinner as two couples on many an occasion. We like them as friends. As a matter of fact Jack and I have been to numerous ballgames together.

For about three or four years at the beginning of their affair Jack did not know Annie was a prostitute. He had far more difficulty deign with that than I had.

I suspect it is a male trait to think a woman must be monogamous, even if he is treating her as a mistress. It was OK for his wife to have another woman but I've often wondered how he would have handled her having another man.

Annie has proposed a foursome with us but Jack is reluctant. I have had a couple of interludes with his wife, Sheila. While she is now somewhat heavier and not in the greatest shape (neither am I) she is a hot number. I'm sure she would go along with a fourway. Annie has even suggested a threesome but to no avail.