I don’t know how we got out of the parking lot my apartment but I do know we didn’t make it to the bedroom before her clothes were ripped off and ... was fucking her on the couch. She was soaking wet and moaning but the second I pushed the head of my dick into her she got almost silent and totally focused as I slid in inch by thick inch. She just hissed “Oh….my….god” and then started making these glorious little “ummph” grunting sounds every time I thrust into her.I put a hand behind her neck and. He told me about the place, about the ?uniform' and about the clientele.They were mostly gay men, but there were a lot of butch straights aswell, out to enjoy the freakish scenery. The more you flirted, the moremoney you made, so you had to use your assets generously.I met him again the next day, in the afternoon. He had what he thought heneeded, he said, so we went to work. A similar sequined dress to the onehe wore, but more bronze in color, and a little longer. This went on overa waist. ”“Hi Doctor.”“The results are in and I needed to talk to you. I am afraid that I may have done something a bit unethical. I set Kendi up with a counselor that is an old college friend of mine. She is also a psychiatrist. I just got off the phone with her and you will need to give Kendi a good listening to when she gets home. Then, you will have to decide if you want to give her the test results or not.”“If they are good results, why would I not tell her?”“Mick, the reasons for your anger had. He let go of me and lied right beside me while I stayed there with a face covered in white semen.“Wow, that was fun,” Paul said, trying to catch his breath, “and exhausting,”I laughed at him and started scooping out all the cum from my face with my finger.“You gonna swallow that?” He asked.“Of course, I don’t want to waste any of it,”“You are a cum-slut,” he said jokingly, and we both laughed.We lied down on the bed all exhausted. It was 7 pm on the clock, and we had 2 hours before dinner. I.