“When I was a young girl I worked in a garment factory,” she began, “But I wanted to go to college and so I became a prostitute for a while – ...t was the only way I could raise the fees I needed.”Eddie almost choked on his Champagne.“O I’ve shocked you,” she said, “I’m sorry perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”“No – no,” stammered Eddie, “We can be honest with each other but I wouldn’t mention it to any of your clients.”“Of course not,” she laughed, “And I’ve not included it on my resume.”His. As the men sat, they ogled us, touched us, felt us up. Kissed us anddid whatever else they wanted. We were toys for their enjoyment. Onepositive though, we were able to have some food. The food was servedand Trish, Sarah and I were served last. I ate slowly so I couldenjoy the taste and not overfill myself. I kept being pawed duringdinner making it tough to finish my food. Finish I did though and Ikept my cool not wanting to cause the three of us any punishment.After dinner the men got up and. Stop moving your hand for a moment darling.” As I stopped masturbating him, holding his shaft at the base as Carla lowered her lips to his swollen head. She flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock a few times and then licked and swirled it around the circumference until it was glistening wet. She paused long enough to say, “Let me get it nice and wet for you. He’s so big. It will slip in easier if it’s wet.” She lowered her head again, opened her mouth and took as much of his incredible. It turned out he started out as a licensed counselor, but walked away from it because he felt too many colleagues catered to people's narcissism. Bryan had used his religious background to change the way he viewed counseling. He took a job with the non-denominational church as a youth minister because it would allow him to work with kids, plus have time to use his skills to try and help people in need.Now he considered himself an advisor who had a good foundation for his opinions. I knew he was.