I didn’t tell her about my job, I couldn’t. It was consuming me. I feared it’d do the same to her. Sometimes, if I wasn’t escorting, Bella...and I would go clubbing. We’d find a couple black men and take them home. We’d ride them together. Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would pass out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a result, more secrets that only she and I know were created with each other. Secret nights of passion and love developed between. Finally, my eyes settled on my mound or, more accurately, the bushy mass of wiry dark curls that nestled between my thighs.Until six months ago, I kept myself smooth, silky smooth with a monthly appointment at the waxing salon for my Hollywood special.The departure from my life of my long-term girlfriend saw me enter a period of self-pity. Rather like a mothballed theatre, my pussy saw the lights go off, and the cobwebs gather.Maybe it was boredom, or perhaps it was my sense of self rousing. My sleep was not restful and certainly not dreamless. The head-voice returned, but I found myself unable to wake from its taunting. ‘Wake up, beautiful woman. Wake up and go do our bidding. We want your body. We want you to do things for us.’ I couldn’t wake up. I didn’t want to wake up. I was sort-of conscious, though, because I felt the distinct feeling of something crawling under my skin. Oh dear god, it was horrible and I wanted to tear the skin right off my bones, but I couldn’t articulate. .. that sculptured back that now glimmered with perspiration. She grasped my left leg, swallowing my toes whole into her mouth. Her creamy tongue weaved beneath my toes, swaying side to side as she relished my appendages. Loud popping sounds of sucking echoed in the tight quarters of the pit... the hallowed feast found my ankles, my lower leg as hot saliva left it's torrid path. Cupping my fleshy thigh, Cindi's mouth violently devoured my chubby limb as if she suddenly went mad... frantic for.