Yes, I had come to the conclusion that I was a nympho or that I suffered from some version of sexual addiction. I could have quit being a stripper and...an escort well over a year ago and lived nicely for a few years, until I graduated from college. But I hadn't, because I enjoyed sex with strangers and getting paid for it. I loved sucking cock, getting fucked and being used sexually. I truly loved to feel, see or taste a man ejaculating on or in me. I had an unnatural sexual desire to engage in. Laura bit her lip and her eyes were strictly directed at the ceiling rather than at me as she quickly blurted out: “Could you squirt in my mouth, daddy, like in that girl’s in that video?”I was fairly sure there wasn’t anything wrong with my hearing, although I could only assume that to be the case. I tried to furiously think of the best answer to this absurd statement: “Err, I think there are plenty of boyfriends who…”Laura drew a quick breath to gain courage, but her eyes still weren’t. Bt fir dekha yeah toh sach me rupali h…maine kaha hanji aap kaun??(uss time I was just pretending ki I don’t know u)Rupali- hi, mera naam rupali h.Main aapke pados me rehti hun.Me- ok(jaise hi main bolne lga)Rupali-aapka naam rahul h na…am I right? Me-ji han aapko kaise pta(main toh ek dam se shock ho gya ki how she know my name)Rupali- actually apki mummy btati thi aapke bare main ki humara ladka delhi me job krta h and all.Me-ohk…actually mummy ne aapke bare me nhi btaya so main aapko pehchan. Holly got up off the bed, grabbed her red satin blouse and collected her $500 payment from the nightstand. She then surveyed the two exhausted lovers. Lynn, the Sub she had been hired to pleasure, was a sweaty mess with lots of hair plastered down over her face. Spent she had fallen off Jim's thick cock but managed to catch his balls in one outstretched hand. Even as Lynn lay there, near exhausted sleep, Holly could see her small hand clutching and gently kneading Jim’s scrotum.For his part.