“The psychological equivalent to having paramedics at a rock concert. They’re in the right place at the right time to be the most help.”“Preci...ely,” she told me, still watching me draw. “Do me a favor, Matt,” she said slowly. “Switch hands. Draw this one with your left hand.”I blinked at her and then at the blank page I’d been about to start on. “I can’t even write left handed. What makes you think I can draw that way?”“Because two days ago, you couldn’t draw with your right hand either. Call. Over the year or more that I had been undergoing my weekly transformationinto Brandi, two other things had changed. One was that I had learnt todo my own makeup, at Kristina's insistence. And the other was that someof my "outings" were now being filmed - and not just casually, onsomeone's phone, but with proper cameras, in what looked for all theworld like a studio. It seemed clear that I was now helping to make porn.I was assured that the resulting videos would be available only to"discerning. "I can't stay long." Gregg gulped, his erect cock lying helplessly on top of him, it's life-filled urethra exposed and already bulging even after having emptied into Jen two hours earlier. Off came her black panties and the 44-year-old woman mounted him completely and instantly. She rocked her hips forward and back, milking the 32-year-old single guy. "You have anything left in there for me?" she teased, reaching behind herself and holding his balls. "Huh?" she persisted, quickly licking her. She asked me what my plans were for the night and I said probably to go back to my place and just hang out. She moved her hand up my pants to my hard dick and rubbed it. She asked if she could stay with me tonight. I wasn’t about to pass it up. I paid our tabs and we left. Once we got in my car, we started to make out. I lived only a few minutes away from where we were and drove us there. We went inside making out as we did. Once inside, she followed me to the bedroom.She pulled off her shirt.