I just hope you give me a chance.”“Let’s see if we get along. So, what’s the sudden interest here?”“Well, your first actual recording as a...whore trainee has gone viral. It’s taken the rest of your content with it.” He showed her the chart of views.“If I’m reading this right, I could easily make more from this channel than I am making from my job.”“Yeah, this is big. And our research suggests it will only get bigger. The creators are confident in their ability to put together interesting quests. „Hi!“We started a conversation. Ipek spoke some kind of broken English but most of the time I understood what she wanted to say.Well, she wanted a long distance friendship with me and was interested to get to know me better. I made a few compliments and she started melting already. Ipek wrote me she would be 40 years old and still single. She would have never been married. With almost every sentence she excused herself for her bad English. It wasn‘t that bad but talking that way she gave me a. My skin hot with need, hers quivering with desires she had never truly felt before. Our kiss began softly, lips brushing gently over each others. My mouth opened with a soft groan as I felt the swell of her breasts arch to feel my flesh closer to hers, her nipples hard peaks of textured flesh taunting to feel against my belly's heightened sensitivity. I pushed her backwards, her legs pressed against the side of the bed and then I lowered her to sit before me as my knees parted her thighs and. Peter was unexpectedly loud, though. He made an AAAH-sound (in spite of his being unable to speak) and stared at something wrapped in plastic in the kitchen sink. He backed off, typing furiously, ‘Please, please throw it away. It must have rotted now. Shit, I forgot. Please.’ Except he didn´t bother about punctuation, being upset. I corrected it afterwards. Can´t help it, teacher thing. It was a slab of meat, and I suppose it had gone bad after several days of room temperature. I didn´t feel.