Not raising her head, she nodded, “I understand.”
“Any chance of you getting pregnant?”
“No, after our last child, I had my tubes tied.”
“Good. Guys paying big bucks don’t wear rubbers. They’ll want to f**k you bareback.” He watched for her reaction. There was none. She sat there, her head bowed. The tears had stopped. He leaned forward, “Travis said you were bringing me something.” Her hands tightened on the photograph. She said nothing. He waited several moments before speaking in the same even tone, “Your father has a bad heart. He lives at in . What if he were to receive a brown envelope in the mail that contains photographs of his first born daughter sucking black c**k?”
She flinched as if she’d been struck. Looking up she pleaded, “Please, Mr. Wells, I beg you, fo
