It is either I kill—or I get killed. I was only seventeen years old when I first became a prostitute. An underage, you might think right yeah, and I...really was immature and babyish then. Being a streetwalker during night is not something I foresaw myself doing and pulling off zealously and laboriously in my forthcoming days; it is something that befall and hit me—suddenly, abruptly, and all out of nowhere.The night before she made it clear as regards what my life was going to be; Tawny was. We began planning how we would try to make contact with her."Maybe you ladies should let us handle it, if she's stripping you mightnot feel comfortable going in there," began Reno."Oh so you think we're too na?ve to enter a strip bar?" challengedTessa."You two go in and scout it out," I said. "We'll make the actual contactonce you spot her. She'll feel safer if we do it, it's a girl thing." Itold our husbands.The guys were getting ready as I sat in the command chair, Tessa andLexi guiding. As she kissed her way down my stomach, my body began to arch. Jordan reached the sacred territory, the land that no one has conquered in quite some time. Her tongue filled me inside and out, rubbing my clit with intense pressure. I hope she was thirsty because I got off about 7 times.She was licking to her hearts content and I was not about to stop her. She finally came up for air about 45 minutes later. As she kissed me, I tasted my own juices. "Not bad kinda sweet!" I replied. It was my turn. Her complete pussy was visible through the hole, and its swollen lips and distinct color made it obvious that she was ready for fucking. Since she was shaved as clean as a baby in that region, I had no difficulty in seeing exactly what she wanted me to see.My reaction to her outfit was obvious. It was a warm night, so I was sleeping just in my boxers. I got so hard so fast that I would have torn a hole getting that erection if there had not already been an opening in my boxer fly. My cock stood.