So I got to college and settled in in my own personal one bedroom apartment (I had intentions when I was convincing my parents to let me get my own) i... Orlando, Fl. I was began researching the area on the web trying to find any information I could on where prostitutes could be found. Everything I read pointed towards an area called "O.B.T." I didn't know what this O.B.T. was, nor where it was, but I kept it in the back of my head. I then began to look at message ads in the area, and this is. ‘That would be nice. I’d like that.’ The other two girls looked at Jim and Zeke and I think those looks helped decide for them, because they quickly agreed. Anyway, Saturday morning at eight we all met and rode our bikes out to Mrs. Bradford’s house. I had been right in that there were a lot of branches and limbs blown down. I rang the bell and in a few seconds the door opened. Mrs. Bradford looked surprised to see us and I quickly explained that we had come to help her clean up the yard.. I paced back and forth in front of him, knowing that he's watching my every move. ''Okay, okay. Let's meet tonight for something to eat and discuss it then cuz I’m still in shock, John,'' I stressed.We said our goodbyes as he made reservations at Iris down Thistle Lane and decided we should meet there at 8pm. This gave me four hours to get my act together. I drove home and started ransacking my wardrobe to see what to wear. This decision was pretty easy since I already knew how he felt about. "Action!" he bellowed.She looked down at the map, as if examining it, but her mind wandered. The taste of his semen lingered. She smiled at the memory of his cock filling her mouth with the the creamy liquid. A self-satisfied smirk crossed her lips as she gazed at the map and felt the dampness of her orgasm between her legs."Cut!" he yelled."Pam, that was perfect!" he praised as she turned to look at him."Did you enjoy it?" she teased."Very much," he replied with a smile, "now let's continue on.