‘It’s a dying profession.’ ‘Where will you find work?’ ‘It pays shit money.’I heard them all, didn’t care. Heeded no advice. I am a pa...sionate woman and something inside was telling me to write. So, I followed my heart.I secured a job as a technical writer. Boring. It paid the bills though, and at least mom and dad were pleased. But, it wasn’t long before something felt missing, empty. I needed more. Craved more. My imagination was far too active to be satiated by penning manuals for software. It didn't help that in no time our conversation pushed the boundaries of appropriate conduct as double entendres and sexual side bars overtook our lunch. Her name was Jesse. She stood about 5'6" at probably about 130 pounds, give or take. Her hair was long and dark, falling to the middle of her back. She had a cute and seductive smile which would automatically make anyone believe she was up to no good...which was probably the truth of most matters. Her legs looked lean and strong, even in the. This I did quite willingly, enjoying the size and strength of his member. I’d also cupped his testicles in the palm of one hand and was gently squeezing them which seemed to please him.“My balls, you will lick, please.”That too, was interesting, and something I’d never done before.His member seemed to grow and grow as I ministered to it orally and as his excitement grew he began thrusting his hips at me and his breathing grew shallow.“We do it now, Jill?”I was more than ready and jumped up onto. Taking careful aim, he threw the knife. It hit and stuck—handle end first with the blade sticking out at him. He sighed. He didn’t know if it was the blade balance or his lousy throwing.“Why don’t you let a pro handle that part?” Judith asked from the doorway. “You don’t throw a knife like a baseball.”“Why don’t you teach me the right way?” Wayne said turning to look at her.“Sure. It would be easier to teach you than Chuck. He’s got a beautiful voice, but his hand-eye coordination sucks. I.