It never mattered once we weredrunk, but their fragile male egos were hard to navigate before that.Extra wardrobes were brought to my room to hold eve...ything. Eachboyfriend wanted me in their special outfit. And as things progressed,makeup and perfumes were male-specific. I was not the only one acting.Each Mexican roommate used imagination to have me their girl on datenights.I ended up cross-referencing my clothes, lingerie, cosmetics, heels, andhairstyle with my boyfriend calendar. It even got. As I read, the listeners surrounding me becomeimperceptible as my imagination focuses wholly on thecinematic images that are brought up by the words that Imindlessly (yet passionately) read aloud.The story ends. I let the sheaf of papers fall to the floorand take a deep breath. I am almost drunk with arousal. Ican't see how my new friends have stayed so still and calm.Ah, but that is not the case. Jill stands up and tells usall that she doesn't care what they agreed on before, sheneeds to do. There’s no ‘I threw myself in the arms of passion’ or ‘I screamed louder for him to fuck my pussy harder’. I’m just giving you the down and dirty details of sex!! I have never hidden the fact that I was a really big whore earlier in life. I never considered myself a slut because I didn’t fuck around carelessly with a lot of guys (or maybe I did but I was always careful! LOL). I was always of the mindset that, if you are involved in a serious relationship, you should be willing to do anything. Ursola and Janos had their perfect life.Nina graduated from high school and after several frustrating weeks looking for work, finally went to a temporary placement agency. They tested and interviewed her thoroughly. Within a week, they found her a temporary job as a receptionist at a small law firm.Nina had developed into an attractive, five-foot seven-inch, dark haired beauty. She had an aura of self-confidence about her and took to the receptionist's job instantly. She handled calls deftly.