" I've never done anything like that before. I'm not sure how safe it would be," I reasoned."I understand your concern. Think about it and let me know...tomorrow," he suggested.I was glad Kendal didn't look sold either. I had watched what happened yesterday and was a little gun shy.When I got back to the hotel I checked my emails. I had one from Bo Harrington, my quarterback coach from freshman year. I gave him a call."I wanted to touch base with you and see if you wanted to hire me this summer?". I’ll miss your body against mine, holding each other tight in bed. Your muscular arms wrap around me, safe and secure. You tower above me at over six feet, I crane my neck, I can’t stop looking up at your glowing hazel eyes. Ever since I told you that research study about lovers making eye contact for more than thirty seconds can trigger oxytocin, the bonding hormone, you wouldn’t take your eyes off me. Your passion is so powerful; to be loved by you is a religious experience.You were my first. “I’m out this bitch, girl you know I’m on probation.” Monica looked worried. “Cula (pussy)” screamed Reyna. “Ay Reyna that’s not fair, she’s on probation, and I can’t get in trouble my dad will kill me!” Diana chimed in. I threw my hands up in the air again, and then placed my hands on my waist. “So that’s that then bitches? Go on then git, fuck you guys! Go!” My head was shaking from side to side; I must have looked like a bobble head. Monica. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort. That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”From experience I have learnt women in their mid-forties can be magic lovers. Often they have no family attachments and have long since lost their inhibitions. Even.