Penny's Perspective (Cowbell)

My tiny leash tickles my titties and I--wiggle a bit, setting my cowbell a jingling and my hu-moo-ngas teats a'jigglin.' Paul's a sweet man and he pays well, so I've gotta bring my A-Game. But that's fine, because Paul's requests are usually pretty fun.

And boy, oh boy, is he a kinky one.

Exhibitionism, Oedipus, Pet-Play: All to the extreme. Paul boy isn't happy unless I'm his Mommy, and if I'm his Mommy he doesn't feel like things are right and proper if I'm not naked on the ground in straps and a collar and I am here for it!

Like, really, what kind of wacko thinks that makes a proper mother? It makes me want to laugh again, but I don't want ruin the performance.

It almost makes me want to charge him less for the creativity, but I really shouldn't: A gal's gotta make a livin' somehow, and really it's not many call-girls that would follow such extreme requests: let alone do them outside for him, where _any~one~ _could see~~

Hooo boy, my pussy's so wet. I can't wait to get inside the building so he can get inside me so his cash can slip into my bank account. Aah, if only all my clients were like Paul: Big spenders with big "ideas" who know exactly what they want...