"What was I thinking" is what I say to myself everytime I look at my husband.

I've been a priest for 8 years. Sadly, I only believed in god for the first 5. I just can't switch professions.

I am married to a wonderful man, have 2 teenage sons and own my own home....you would think I am a everyday mom. I do not need the money but I get such an emotional rush sneaking away during the day to work as a high price escort. Sometimes I have sex with 5 different men in a day.

I won thousands of dollars with a lottery ticket, but I didn't tell my husband. I'm secretly spending it, taking my time so he won't notice.

Although i am a corporate slave now. Most people do not know i used to be a pimp!