The people outside," I said."Talk, anyway," Ingmar said, "Just be careful what you say." THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON TRANSMITTING, OVER." I was about to sa... it again, when a big booming voice broke through the silence."CARTER! WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY? WE MISSED YOU!" The voice on the radio was friendly -- jovial, even. I looked at Ingmar with a 'what the fuck?' expression on my face."Talk to him!" Ingmar said."THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON, TRANSMITTING FROM BROOKE ARMY HOSPITAL IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS.. ..different. I was terrified and didn't know what to do next. I kept waiting for Paula to take the lead. She was the one with experience after all.I realized that if something was going to happen that I would have to make it happen. I spun around in the sixty-nine position and presented her with my wet pussy. Paula knew instantly what to do next and began to eat my pussy. I was not so confident. I looked up to see Robert stroking his cock. I wanted to try Paula's pussy but I was afraid. Instead. I felt my lips curve in a smile as I met her challenge, the memory of that first painting coming to mind. ‘You’re lop-sided,’ I said matter-of-factly. ‘What?’ she said, surprised at the unexpected comment. ‘You’re top heavy, your breasts are too big for your frame, and one is noticeably larger than the other,’ I said critically. ‘Whoever your surgeon was, he was second rate. You really shouldn’t have gone for the lowest bidder. Cost savings are fine in some things, like your hair for example,’. Later that evening I logged on, I was incredibly nervous with the added pressure that I needed to do this potentially as a way of being able to live. I didn’t have any close family I could rely on for financial support, so Biggie and the rest of my viewers were going to have to fill that place.As people joined the chat (including my number one fan), I spoke a little about my situation, and that I might have to do this full time. There was lots of encouragement from everyone, it was a weird.