I knew what a penis was as a girl, they were put into my hand and rubbed against my body, all by accident and innocence, so I was aware back then that...some sort of pleasure was to be had from them.It was that awareness that encouraged me to life my skirt and pull out the elastic of my panties to let men ejaculate onto my pubis while I squeezed their balls, £10 a go could mean as much as £200 a week, like I said, I was no angel.Puberty meant changes like hair on my cunt but most notable,. I'd been in tough scary places before in nasty unhealthy areas chock-full of unfriendly residents with more anger (and large supplies of firearms) than was safe to drive past, let alone hang-out at. This was just in Baltimore, not to mention non-tourist visits to shitholes like Iraq and Afghanistan."You're the expert. Let's find the downstairs door to the tunnels, if it still exists, take a quick look there if possible and then scoot. If we can find what I'm looking for there, there's almost no. After he left, I called my former lover Andy, as he was a plumber.I told him about the leaking and he first joked and asked if that's just my way to get him to visit and fuck me at my own bed…I said it was not a bad ploy but the toilet was seriously leaking. He said that he could come after midday. Before Andy would come, I took a nice hot shower and got dressed into a casual summer dress and heeled sandals. I then made some work on my laptop while waiting for him to arrive. The doorbell rang. Holy shit my cock nearly exploded right then and there in my pants. They both got up walked over and relieved me of the lights and cameras and told me, that if I were so tense, they would help me relax. Before I knew it they had my pants around my ankles and they took turns at my cock kissing it, sucking it and tugging it. It was like they wanted to break it but it didn’t hurt, in fact I was even more turned on. Now I don’t consider myself a handsome man at all, in fact I think pretty average.