I was so busy jerking myself off thinking of my hot neighbour wearing these that I didn't even hear the front door open. “What the fuck are you doin...!!!!” My neighbour was standing behind me and she looked mad. What could I say there I was with my pants around my ankles with her knickers wrapped around my cock. I was frozen in fear, to scared to move an inch. “Please don't tell my parents!” I was finally able to speak and all I could think about was how ashamed my parents would be. Alright I. "Okay?" I was kinda thinking that maybe... I mean... if you... I could..."Oh, God. Traci played the saxophone. Badly!"Well, it's a high school play." Tami said that since it's a student production, the rules didn't say it had to be all high school."Mental note, glue Tami's lips together. No, that would interfere with other activities. Maybe I could have her vocal cords surgically removed."I just don't think..." Okay," she said and her face fell. "I understand."I felt like I'd just taken a candy. "Now I understand it. That's why you don't have sex with all the hot cheerleaders who throw themselves at you! You're scared they'll rat you out and the whole campus will know you've got a maggot in your pants!" I couldn't help laughing. Suddenly this man, no this boy, that I had been idolising and worshipping was fully revealed to me, nothing more than a puny four inch pecker. Not even any girth."Yeah, but, it still works. Can we, can we not still do it? Or do something? Please, I never. I can't believe it!" "Oh Eve, get over it. You are in the entertainment business like me and this is just another aspect of the same thing. Hey, for one job, the client pays $600 or even more, depending ..." "Depending on what?" I could feel my face turning red as I interrupted her. "Depending on how long he's with me and the level of service. Sometimes a guy just wants a blow job but then maybe he wants more. On good nights, I might have two or three johns that can double or triple the.