After a couple of minutes of this I told her I had a gift for her and splattered her flat little tummy with spurt after spurt of my cum.Well my slave ...assed that test. I had thrown something out the window to make the sound outside her window, and she continued to perform thinking a stranger or someone was watching her. The second test was at a motel. We were playing, she was blindfolded and I stopped pretended to make a phone call. He a few minutes late opened the door said hello. She new. He pressed his lips to mine and thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth, robbing me of my breath. Oh my Gawd! I was losing it and losing it fast.I passed out and when I woke up, some other dude, and not Derrick, had his dick plunged deep into my pussy. I shook and shivered again, then passed out a second time. This happened over and over, several times, until I committed myself to seeing through each fuck. I think I fucked about nine or ten guys that night, one right after the other. Emily. The 5%, at best, of the men sent my gay radar on fire. They clearly weren’t manly men, even if they were straight. It didn’t occur to me until my sophomore year to look into it myself. I looked up the career counselor I originally spoke with my freshman year and took a Myers-Briggs personality test. Sure enough cosmetology showed up as a career fitting my personality. I thought I hit the jackpot. I could not have been more correct. Ironically, I got a haircut the weekend before classes. “Mr. McCaethy,” she said, “As you know at one time I was a prostitute and managed to work myself through three years of college using my shaved pussy and my voluptuous breasts. I can assure you that my services are second to none and I’d like the opportunity to prove that to you.”Sweating profusely while trying to pretend he was the client Eddie swallowed hard and came back with, “I’m aware of your good reputation Miss. Desai but do you offer competitive rates?”“Perhaps my services are a little.