I slowly kiss his chest and begin to kiss going down. I get to his hips and kiss both. I get to his dick and cant help but lick it and just take it in...o my mouth. I just live his cock. And once again there I am wondering what HIS cock must be like I try to push those thoughts aside but then I begin to imagine its his cock. I start getting really into it and I start sucking as if my life depended on it. My boyfriend even notices but he is enjoying to so much "Oh my god.... keep going baby...... I shot her a glare before answering."I mean, I think we're just supposed to be up on stage so the kids can get a look at us... and stuff," I stammered. She didn't seem happy with my answer, of course."Why can't the teachers just show a film, and what is this "and stuff" you mentioned?" Her eyebrows were raised in a question, and she looked ready to blow a gasket, so I answered slowly."I think the district saw this as an opportunity to show them... to show the kids what a real person looks like,. I could lay the blame on my husband for ignoring me, but the bottom line is that I could have, at any point along the way, kept it from happening. Could I have stopped it? Yes. Should I have stopped it? Most definitely. Did I want to stop it? Even now, knowing how it all turned out, I can't honestly answer that one.Darrel and I were high school sweethearts from the eighth grade to graduation. I gave Darrel my "pearl of great price" the night of the senior prom, liked it, and then spent every. I'm stupid. Couldn't you tell?" She got up and walked towards the street."Wait!" I yelled. I grabbed her and walked her to an empty table. "Maybe there's a way. Maybe if we talk about this with the students we can figure something out. You're talented. You're beyond talented. You can't walk the streets your whole life." I'm a streetwalker. That's all I'm good for." Then she yelled so the entire café could hear, "I'm a fucking whore!" You're a fucking artist!" I yelled back. "Don't fucking waste.