.. My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again. Shit! I picked it up, thinking maybe it was my wife checking up on me and wanting to tell me about ...er day. So much for my time to myself. If I ignored it now, I'd only get the inquisition later: "Where were you? How come you're not answering my texts? What were you doing that was so important?" And so on. But it wasn't my wife. The text was from Kriti. "Hey, Justin. I need your help. Can you come to my room?" My mind immediately jumped back. I circled the block and came around to the woman I had seen. She was dressed in a mini-skirt, halter top, and fuck me pumps. I pulled up to the curb, behind 3-4 other potentialcustomers. There were 5 other girls on the block doing their thing. I had to brush off 2 other women before the one I wanted stepped to the car. She leaned in, a tit fell out of the halter top, and she started working John's groin through his pants. The first words out of her mouth were, "what do you 2 fucking horn dogs. It read: Liberal male looking for male/female to share nice furnished house. $400 a month covers all. Serious inquires only-call 999-2112."What's liberal supposed to mean? Are you gay or something?" Was the response that I received several times. My reply was always " No and your girlfriend doesn't think so either." Little did I realize that liberal often meant being gay in the personals scene. The call that stuck out the most however was the one that made me sit down and share this with. It’s not what I had in mind for us but it’ll be an experience and I’m sure I can muster up a story from it. “Something big” you tell me regaining some confidence and I smile inwardly because I have a monster of a dildo in the bedside cabinet that now has your name on it. Now when I tell you that this is a monster of a dildo you have to understand that is! I struggle to take it in my pussy and would never take it in my arse in a million years, but as I lube it up and press it up against the.