Does He Love Me For Me Or Because Ima Whore And Pleasure Him Nicely (Love Story)

Does he love me for me or because im a whore. and pleasure him nicely. (love story) {3}

Hating being alone in this dark chilly room; I love watching the stars, Its looks even more beautiful if your outside. Life is beautiful if you look closely; Like the music birds make in the morning or when the lighten strikes the clouds change colours; Most people don't see these things, Because there to busy with work or money if people looked around they would see how wonderful life can be; Me being only nineteen years old. I've seen London and Paris with my brother and father. That was before my brother die a horrible death, Just months after my father was murdered; Not long after I move into my couin. Living with him was good.But three and a half months later my couin came to my bed room and tried to force me to have relations with him, Maryann was touched inappropriately by her older couin.He was a drunk and a very mean one at that. I ran away to miss.wentworth; She's been more then kind to me. I knew i had to make a living some how. Thinking back on these memories means nothing at all. She thought wipping her eyes. Being a man's whore was no lovely thing to do. You have to put a side your Pride,Honor and your Repect like to make a living pleasuring men; just then a light knock on Maryann's door. Who could it be she thought. Getting up quickly to answer the door. Maryann knew not to make people wait. she opened the door smoothlyand lightly just like a lady should. who stood before her was