” Phil knew Em was married. Em blushed, which was not generally in her character. But she suddenly felt adventurous. “You imagine a lot, I imagin...,” she told Phil with a laugh. “But yes, I do. Mostly they are in my hotel room on my bed late at night and the massages are with an outcall masseur.” She looked at Phil. He had acquired am interesting bump in his pants. He said, “Do you ever have early evening massages?” “That’s often not possible on business trips,” Em said. “But on holidays I do. She got out of the car and stomped off up the road disappearing her rear end wagging wrathfully (she had a rear end to match her boobs) into the dark. I suppose I should have driven after her but since her house was only about half a kilometre from where I had parked I let her stomp on.That ended my near sex experience. I learned later that most of the other guys in my class had received the same treatment; a nice lead up and then a swipe across the face. I also learned she was known as "Balls. I wanted to tease her a little. I ran my tongue close but never touched her pussy. She started moving around trying to make me suck on it, and kept saying, "put you tongue in my pussy, I need it so bad". Finally I licked her from the top to the bottom almost to her ass hole. Back and forth, then sucked on her pussy lips. Then curled my tongue and pushed it in like a small penis. She started bucking and coming. Her pussy juices flooded my month and I swallowed as fast as I could. Boy was she. And yes, we are both Chameleons.”His eyebrow rose, and said we would be getting special testing. He was around 35 with a tired but friendly smile, so I followed him. We were led to a small office where we sat down, and a moment later a secretary came in and offered us both coffee. We accepted, and when she returned she pulled out a pad and paper, and turned on a small video recorder.“Ms. Smith here is one of our evaluators, and the two of us will be conducting this interview. May we have some.