I replied to two guys, one a well muscled white guy who could host, and the other a black guy who was quite thin, hung 9 inches, and quite thick. I re...eived a reply about from the black dude almost immediately "I need to use that ass, it looks so good, get this BBC!" attached was another picture of his huge cock, hard and rampant, challenging me to take it in. I sent him my address, stripped down and waited, he knocked on my door in less than 10 minutes, he told me he lived in the complex with. Pulling out of my driveway earlier then normal that morning to give myself some extra time to get things together and prepare for what was going to happen later that day that Sara had went through putting together and also to talk with her and see if there was any special she might want me know or do. Things were going prefect with traffic, not bad at all putting me in such a great mood as I switched to some music and began to sing along with it. But things were not going my way this morning. It had been a long time since I felt this much need.The woman leaned in; her lips brushed my neck. “My name is Anya.”She kissed my neck and my head fell to the side. My arm slid around her waist and I stepped closer. “Katherine,” I sighed. Her mouth left little hot spots everywhere she kissed as she made her way to my lips. The moment her lips touched mine I moaned loudly, fingers curling onto her shirt, pulling her closer.Her tongue danced along mine and my fingers moved under her shirt to. Some of them were more risqué than others. None of them could be considered pornographic. The women were over the moon with the results. Apparently, so were their husbands. From what I learned later, the whole calendar experience gave me some notoriety. The women had developed a sense of trust in me and my work as well. During the shoot, I was creative and respectful. The news got around that I could be trusted with their secrets. I never quite understood why most of the women revealed their.