I ended up on Santa Monica Boulevard, with all the rent boys. Older men would cruse by looking for a fresh hot ass to fuck. What choice did I have?... I rented out my ass for those guys to get by.After a few weeks I got lucky this old dude picked me up, (not that being with an old dude was lucky), but he was kind, his name was Brian. He was a computer nerd, and something of a hacker. He let me crash at his place, and if I sucked him off or let him fuck my ass, he would be teaching me how to . I know what I am going to do to celebrate today; I am going to do some shopping. I need to get something flashier than what I normally wear. Something more fun. Maybe even some new undergarments. These cotton ones seem so itchy today. I think I'll buy myself a garter belt and stockings. I know I used to think those were so whorish ... but I also know Maggie wouldn't hesitate to wear them. Can't let her outdo me.Anyways, I'll need something flashier for Friday's festivities. Don't want to be. She was wet, very wet, and it did not take me long to move my second finger inside of her—and my tongue as still swirling around her clit, and every once in a while I would take it into my mouth like it was a small cock, and suck on it, and then move my tongue around it some more—she started to gasp and hang on to me and I heard her and felt her come. I stopped but did not move my tongue or fingers, just let her explosion sub-side, and then I slowly started using my tongue on her again, very. V made me wear the butt plug for the next five days, and then had me download a period tracker app, so I would know when I needed to wear the butt plug, panties and booty shorts again.Things continued at the new normal for my next two “periods”. I was getting really concerned about how large my boobs had gotten, and asked V to schedule a visit to the doctor for me so he could check it out. She let me know that she had found a specialist who was well respected for his abilities in diagnosing.