I stammered out something about my appointment and that I may be around later. He just smiled at me as he pulled away down the alley onto the other s...reet. That made me feel a little better than a few minutes ago when the other guy did his thing. Is this the way a street girl feels? The ups and downs of the customer rejecting or accepting you? I'm guessing it is.Thirty minutes later after finishing my favorite shot, a lime gimlet, (A quarter lime juice and three quarters gin) I was still. He was now passed the back of her tongue, passed the point where her gag reflex would have kicked in normally. His hair tickled her nose; then he was right to the back of her throat, there was no more to engulf, his whole length nestled in her warmth. In an inspirational moment, she had the idea to nod her head, rather than bob up and down. The effect was to create a gentle massage to his dick. Somehow, she managed to breath as the rocking motion brought him to a shuddering climax. Her reward. I would like to narrate my story here.This is the story happened to me in real life. I am having a little girlish body. In college for college day celebration we all are planning for a variety programme then somebody brought the idea of an item dance, then my friends compelled me to dress like a girl and do the dance and all others will act as males, after few resistance I was forced to agree to that.On the day before programme we decided for a dressed rehearsal. I went to bathroom my friends. They could easily be heard from the corridor, so now I was relying on dumb luck that no-one came into the room and caught me naked with a can of deodorant halfway up me. Then an idea occurred to me. Loath as I was to do so, I withdrew my new toy from my sopping wet hole. I stood up, turned my back on the camera and clambered onto the chair so that I was kneeling on it, arms leaning on the back, bum high in the air. In other words, so that when I leant forward, Ben would get the most perfect.