I feel uncomfortable talking about this part of my life, but I feel I should get it out...

Tits with timestamp or gtfo

Fuck you bitch, I ain’t showing my goddamn tits. That prostitution shit is far behind me, I’ve haven’t done it since 2012. Besides, I’m telling this story so you can know what type of fucked-up clients you have to deal with!

Fucking newfags. Stale pasta is stale.

Quit LARPing faggot

See
Trips demand it, either show your bare tits or quit the LARP and fuck off.

We don’t care about your story. Without tits we figure your some basement dweller troll

>As we were walking through all this shit, he said “sorry about the mess, my mom’s a pack rat, but don’t worry, she’s asleep right now, and we’ll be to my room soon.” So we got there and, needless to say, it was still cluttered, albeit more organized than the rooms outside. For one, it looked like a little boys room, with tons of toys, cartoon drawings, etc (though he had some pony dolls). He sat down on his bed, and gave me some roses (at the time, I prevented myself from cracking up at this) and we sat there as he told me various things. He was not very good at socializing (probably autistic or something) and he talked about various kiddy things that I honestly couldn’t recall, aside from the part where he mentioned having “Cherokee heritage.” I myself did have minor Native American ancestry (from Shawnee) so I mentioned that as a way to get on his good side, which it did...

>not sensing the bait

I told that I ain’t that type of woman anymore, I just decided to post here cause I have a friend who uses it, and thought it would be a good place to tell my story without having to reveal myself (btw, I still don’t know htf one of you posters knew my client was named Chris before I posted it).

You were wrong. Tits and time stamp, nobody is buying your story