"Good job cocksucker. Are you nervous?" I'm shitting bricks." I replied"Good, you should be. Now remember, answer every response and send them all to ...e."I posted the ad and anxiously awaited responses. How many would there be? I felt completely out of control. I imagined myself surrounded by cocks having to service them. I imagined myself covered in cum and wanting the whole process to end, but not being able too. It was exciting and scary at the same time.I had to work that day so I tried to. Just a little bit of mascara, a little bit of blush, anda tiny bit of nearly clear lip gloss. It was all very subtle, but Istill thought it made a pretty big difference in my look. And knowing Iwas wearing some makeup certainly made me feel different.As we headed out to the mall, I realized that, while my outfit wassomewhat similar to the week before, everything was different this time.Because there was no bet, no reason for me to be dressing this way, evenif last time it was just an excuse. . This was the most screwed up, vivid dream he had everhad. He liked being able to stare at this girl he had drooledover so many times. He decided he was going to make this a greatdream. He took hold of the tank top and lifted it over his head.He brushed the hair out of his eyes and saw the sight he had onlyimagined in past. The breasts were so perfect. They were probablyD cup, but they were very perky. The lack of a tan line hinted atthe fact that these beautiful breasts had seen the sun a. This time, she walked towards me, reluctant to look me in the eye, but continuing to close the gap between us. When she got close, she sat down and I extended my hand and introduced myself. She thanked me for helping me with Mr. Idiot, although she called him Mike. And she began to tell me about how possessive Mike was and how it embarrassed her. I told her that I understood both sides. She looked at me with a question in her eyes so I reiterated that I understood why she would get embarrassed.