Diary of a High Price Escort Book 2 Part 1 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 2 Part 1

... around, Sam and Buster were already double parked by the exit from Hillside Park. Sam was in the driver's seat, and Buster was hanging halfway out the rear passenger window, watching every movement around him.

I tooted at my horn as I approached, and Sam pulled out ahead of me. As we picked up speed, Buster stuck his snout out into the wind. His puppy ears flapped in the breeze, and his tongue extended like a sail. What a cute little dog he is, and who would have thought he'd be the one to help me find what I wanted most?

Sam's place wasn't too far from the park, and in no time, we were pulling into the driveway of a lovely two-story colonial with a brick front and a two-car garage attached. As I slowed, both garage doors opened. Sam pulled into the one on the right, and I guided the Benz into the left bay.

"Good thinking, Sam. We don't want the neighbors seeing a strange car in the driveway, especially one as flashy as my Benz,” I thought as I slipped the transmission into park and turned the key. Both doors closed behind us, and Sam jumped from his sedan and hurried around the front toward me. Buster was running around at his feet as Sam opened my door and offered me his hand. I rewarded his gentlemanly act by giving him a healthy look at my creamy white thighs as I turned ...

... and stepped out of my Benz.

I could tell he got the look I wanted as he blushed a little, then realized I'd offered him the view for being such a gentleman.

Sam held my hand and led me around the front of his car. I nearly stumbled over Buster, a blur of fur at our feet.

Pushing the door open, Sam Buster and I stepped into his kitchen. He said, "She wasn't interested in the house, and since I put so much time and effort into fixing the place up, I decided to keep it."

And fix it up, he had. The kitchen was immaculate; nothing was out of place, and everything was sparkling clean.

"I'm impressed, Sam. My kitchen isn't nearly as orderly as yours," I commented.

Sam giggled and replied. "Doesn't get used much, Margaret."

He walked over to the pantry cabinet and opened the door. Reaching in, he retrieved a brand-new rawhide chew and called Buster.

"Snackie, Buster!" he nearly shouted.

Buster came running and started jumping wildly around Sam.

Sam bent down and offered Buster his treat, and in an instant, he was off to his special hiding place, where he took all his treats.

"That will keep him busy for a few hours, Margaret," Sam said with a devilish grin.

I smiled, knowing I wouldn't have to worry about the little pup trying to lick something he shouldn't.