A Work of Art

It was a beautiful July day and Toby and I are on a trip to visit my mommy in York, in the north part of the UK. I am wearing a strappy blue dress and Toby is in his red shorts with a Unicorn T shirt. He is in a especially adapted child seat in the back of the Lexus. I love motorway driving and I am happily listening to the music radio as we go. It has been three years since our wedding and I treat Toby as a child now. It works for us and Toby knows where he stands. He call me Mommy and my parents Gran and Grandad. As it is a long journey Toby is wearing a diaper. "Are you looking forward to seeing granny and grandad darling?" "Oh yes mommy. granny is so funny." Toby hasn't seen much of my parents since the wedding as I have tended to visit on my own. This is partly so that I can have a break without worrying about him but also so that I can talk to my mommy and share my concerns and worries. In the family we have always called my dad, "Boy" as he is...

Her smile beamed as she looked up into my face from besides me at the bar. Her demeanour relaxed her company pleasant enough. She seemed to have something about her, not just a personality but she seemed almost worldly wise, intellectual. Of course I was hideously doing her down there was no reason why an Escort couldn't be both attractive and intelligent. It was just in my experience it was mainly one and not the other. I'd come across plenty of models with perfect bodies searching exclusive Gentleman's services online but very few had managed to hold down a conversation that even hinted towards an IQ. Avery Jensen, seemed different on many levels. Very much on a base level I'd chosen her for her looks. As I'd watched her walk into the bar in the little black halter neck dress a little over an hour ago I'd not been disappointed. Standing at least six foot tall in her strapped heels the dress hugged her perfectly proportioned curves, accentuating toned nylon cl...