As springtime blossomed around us, I was well into my second year as a whore, working for a cabal of my hometown's most wealthy and influential citizens, happily expanding my horizons and capabilities as a born slut while ensuring that my family's home remained secure -- the cabal paying our extensive mortgage each month and me making as much in tips as I had ever made in any job in my previous life. Things seemed to be going well. Donnie had somewhat accepted his role as a cuckold -- still acting angry with me for being such a whorish slattern, but always waiting eagerly each time I returned from an...