So without boring you, I’ll come to the story.So as you people know I started my independent gigolo business and was quite happy with that but slowl... I started neglecting my job and started enjoying my college life so the number of clients I used to get started declining and even I thought of quitting this job but fate had decided something else for me. This incident happened on 19th of May 2017. It was a lazy summer morning when I received a WhatsApp msg from a lady name Jyoti(name changed).. I had been home from college for a couple days, and that meant I could have a relaxing day. I had read my work schedule wrong and I wasn’t supposed to work that day. ‘Fine by me,’ I thought as I u-turned for home. As I walked in the kitchen, I saw a commotion outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my mom and our Mexican gardener, Luis. Luis was a tall, rugged looking man. At least 6’4” with a husky build. Mom, on the other hand, at age 44 was still a looker. Upon closer examination. "He positioned himself just right so that my face would not be clearlyvisible. I knee-walked over and looked up at him, waiting for thecommand I presumed was coming."Lick my dick, bitch," he said. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt aboutgoing from a bi-curious cross dresser to a cocksucking sissy slut in thespan of a few minutes, but I definitely knew that I wanted his cock backin my mouth.I tongued his balls and licked the length of his shaft before taking itinto my mouth and sucking on it. . We haven't met yet.This is compliments of the 'Shy One' the subject is Beer!!!Sometimes when I reflect on all the beer I drink, I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. I think, "It is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."Babe Ruth"I feel sorry for people who don't.