That he might get through this. Whatever this was. And for the first time in a very long time, he felt life start to flow back in his veins. As he tur...ed to walk out of the bathroom, he reached over and turned the faucet tightly to stop the steady drip. Back in the bedroom she lay there awake, watching him walk into the room. ‘Hey,’ she said. ‘Hey,’ he replied, unsure what else to say. He noticed that her gaze drifted over his muscles and his cock. Then it drifted back up to his eyes. He turned. April was Miss Hot Shit that sat on the back row, right behind him and had ignored him studiously all year. He couldn’t imagine why she kept looking, and on a normal day he would have noticed it sooner, because he usually spent nearly the entire period in this class fantasizing putting his nose between her gorgeous tits. Today, he was still vibrating from the wildest experience of his life. It still seemed unreal, but he could also still taste the flavor of cum and pussy juice. If it was a. " You're talking about prostitution!" gasped Bob."You could call it that, I suppose," said Kendra. "But don't get all worked up about it. It's pretty rare to go that far. It's more like an escort service. A girl might go out with a man so he can show her off, and maybe he cops a feel, but that's all." What if he wants more?" asked Bob."Then she tells him that, if she lets him do anything else, she'll get kicked off the squad. That usually cools them down. They know that if a girl gets kicked. I reached the centre at 10. When I was about to get out of the centre, he messaged that he is at the location. When I was out, I saw a well-built guy standing near a white alto. We made eye contact.Sabu came near me as if he knew me well. He said ‘hi’ to my friends and told them he was my father’s friend. He talked to me and my friends and after sometime, he requested my friends to take me to his home for a few hours for his wife to see me.My friends agreed to him. I told my friends that I will.