She though I was really cute, nice guy, but I’d never ever fuck her. She preferred big cocks, really big cocks. She was a super size queen (she has ...ne of those tattoos, a spade with with a Q in it, just above her pussy). I didn’t know what that meant, she had to explain. She preferred at least 8 inches and thick. BUT, she wanted me to be a part of a threesome, with her black boyfriend. (Truth was she was looking for a cute white guy with a small cock to be her cuckold). I thought about it for. Looking back, writing the email was what I needed most, putting all my feelings down and sending them off to the person who’d done this.Deep down, I didn’t have any hope that it would work. But over the next few days, I felt like I’d moved past any lingering sense of loss.One week after I’d sent my email, I got a visit.I heard a car roll up and looked out the window to see a gorgeous Aston Martin parking outside my house.My heart racing, I rushed to the door.It wasn’t Kat.Oh sure, it was her,. And, once in a blue moon, I’d have a woman as a client. I never judged, I just let them suckle and collected their money. I remember one lady, a fashion designer, who’d unbuttoned her blouse ... she didn’t have a bra on underneath ... and exposed her own grapefruit-sized breasts to me. She had the prettiest pink nipples, and they were already hard. She asked me to suck on them after I’d nursed her. “It’ll cost extra,” I told her. She nodded and gave me an extra twenty, and orgasmed when I. The business will pay for your online schooling to get the license, then we go from there. Call your husband and make sure I’m not stepping on anybody’s toes by asking you to work from your home. Get back to me before the Monday meeting, OK?”“Sure, Boss.”Once we disconnected, Caroline said, “That’s really sweet of you to do that, Rich. She might have a little crush on you, you know. You are awfully easy on the eyes.”“Aw, shucks ... ma’am. Oh. I’m going to call Stan and let him know everything.