"Tell me about it," Mike asked. "I received a picture through the mail," I said, "Its--its a picture of me in a dress, giving a guy a blow job." "You ...hould be more careful with your private life," Mike said smiling. "Damn it, Mike," I said, "It's serious." "The picture is fake but it looks real." "Just like the ones of Jack Brown." "You mean these," I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around to see Jack Brown and another man. Jack smiled at my look of surprise. He threw the pictures. By this time I'd had plenty of time to cool off, so I was polite but firm as I explained that no matter what her beliefs were, mine were that she had behaved unacceptably and thus the engagement and relationship were over. Eventually she realised that I was sincere and stormed off telling me that her mother was right all along and that I didn't know what I was throwing away. Uncharacteristically I kept quiet as a brief, but very significant, period of my life ended.Whilst my working life began. She wants to feel the warmth of their meaty cocks inside her and the feeling of her lovers spunking hard into her.As I have said, she actively took a job in a parlour where fucking the clients was done, I don’t think she really cared about them paying her for the “extras” but she wasn’t going to turn it down either.One day she came home late. I knew this would mean she had been taking advantage of one of her client’s hard cocks. When she did come home a couple of hours late, her flushed face. I squeezed harder and moved closer to the tip so my fingers could massage the head and get him to cum faster. Then I realized, how am I going to catch the mess that these strokes were about to make.I felt his hand move to the back of my head. I instantly knew what that meant. No words were spoken about what he wanted. The mood was almost as if we were just 2 friends lending each other a hand. I had never considered jacking off another guy. I was amazed that I felt comfortable enough to stroke.