It wasnt. I was a girl with a ridiculous little sausage between her legs. A sausage that so deserved to have a little pointed wooden stick shoved thro...gh it! But even without a stick it was quite sore, after the time spent around Chantelle with it big and rubbing on my panties, so I put some body lotion on it. Suddenly – obviously – it was enormous and tingling and I had to stroke and squeeze it and lean against the tiles and cum like crazy. Chantelle, Christ! I could still smell her. We travel to Nevada, where prostitution is legal. According to my CPA, who seems to know these things, an above average looking hooker can pull down 10 to 15 grand a month. Pat’s eyes widened when I mentioned this, but laughed it off. “You would lose your mind if I was having sex with 10 different guys a day” “ Two more months went by and we were falling behind on our house payment as well.One night after dinner, Pat floored me by saying that she had called the state of Nevada and got all the. I had been at this job for two years and had just been promoted and transferred. One night on my way to my apartment I stopped by a small restaurant for a quit bite when I heard, "Bob, is that you?" It had been over five years since I heard that voice but I would never forget it's sweet sound."Janet, is that you?" I asked. She was even better looking then I remember."Come here I want you to meet someone," she said as she pull me toward a table."Bob this is Tom, my fiancé" she said.Those. They didn't believe me ... so I decided to convince them."I stared at my audience making sure I had their complete attention. Reaching behind me, I pulled out my Glock. There were several gasps and more than a few cuss words.I thanked God I was at Tommy and Martha's house. Usually pulling a gun in Texas would get your ass shot. But, I knew Martha had banned any guns from being brought into her home so I would be the only one carrying. The arsenal my coworker's usually carried would've been left.