“Excuse me?” I asked, totally stunned by her offer.“I said I will give you a blowjob if you let me print your story,” she clarified.“I’ve ...ot twenty open slots to fill. What makes you think I need a blowjob from you?” I questioned.“Rumor has it this is your second visit to the companion selection area today. Have you had any auditions yet?” She asked, obviously knowing what my answer would be.“No,” I admitted, sheepishly.“Then I imagine, after seeing what goes on here, you must be pretty. When she looked over to see what was happening, she saw that they were crouching on the seat like monkeys. Their cocks poised just inches away from her face.She realized that they were about to shoot their spunk, and that they were aiming it to her face. That kind of mess would be impossible to explain outside the darkened theater. And seeing no other receptacle to catch their cum, she saw no other choice but to open her mouth as wide as she could and hope that she could manage to catch it. The movie was good so taking a break off the routine, i did not join her in kitchen. She clanged and clattered a lot in kitchen, and even sworn and exclaimed feigning pain or hurt, but i did not heed to her attention seeking endeavors. I must had been really absorbed in the movie cause 5 minutes I found her standing besides me. "oh..so thats why you are ignoring me" she said looking at my desktop screen, giving a furtive glance at my penis at the same time. I was wearing only a T shirt. Another of his torturous dreams. His wife close, so fucking close, but always just out of reach. When she slowly dropped his shirt from her lush curves, he had thought he would explode. The moon cast a hypnotic spell about her, about it all. Half dream, half reality, all heaven. When she rose up over him and took him deep inside her welcoming depths once more, he fought back the need to come immediately. The way she felt when she came, clenching him tightly, milking him, was something he was.