And even early websites. Basically I said I would entertain anyone in a private room on campus where you could be (almost) as loud as you needed to b... to get off. Low fees were appreciated since I was in school and I liked what I did. If I didn't like it, I'd charge more. Which is what I started doing later on. But not because I stopped liking it but because of a little economics trick I learned. If anything my cock and cum addiction gets worse as I get older.So my typical clients were. She always swept me away in her enthusiasm and devil-may-care attitude, like a force of nature. I had thought she had forgotten that dress we got last week.Admittedly, it was pure, undiluted sexiness, hiding nothing at all while looking gorgeous. It also made it quite clear that I was going to get ravished, and probably repeatedly. Hmm, why did that thought make my toes curl, and my nipples harden? Ah well, she had seen me in it before, briefly. And I had been given plenty of warning, about. We smoke a cigarette while she dresses and I sit naked in a chair next to the poker table while trying to recover and talking about how that was the most mind-blowing experience for either one of us. I told her I could barely stand up it was so amazing. I offered her a beer but said that she probably better go or this might continue on until the early morning hours. I said, “Oh yeah, he’s probably wondering where you are, huh?” “I could give a shit. He can kiss my ass.” Was her response. I came. “I know you love my farts.” Kiss. “You looked so sad when I…” and her voice slipped off into sleep, giggling softly. Mary didn’t tell her grandmother she had asked her parents for help. Granny believed her when she said she didn’t want to disappoint them. Granny was stern and admonished Mary to take better care of her finances. It took almost an hour of meek agreement and self-chastising, but eventually Granny agreed to let Mary cash in early on some of the funds Grandpa had put away for her.