I whispered to them where to get the music from that I wrote my rap to.“This may not be what y’all are used to, but I’ll go first,” I said.“...eally?" Jay said.Then, they clicked play. It was a soundtrack from the video game HuniePop.They both looked at me incredulously.“Make it work. Haha. I’m going in, my dudes,” I said.“Fearless, isn’t he?"The music started in my ears. I quickly started to get in my makeshift “rapper voice”, that I thought rappers had. I began to ad-lib:"Yeah. Hey, girl. How. B yhh y hth. Gyttgghy tight yhh y yhh gggggggggg TV TV yhh uh uh uuuuuuuuuu uuuyuyhhhhhhhhhh hhggvvbb gytyyhggyyuhhhjjkjuhggtrre ftyyuiioopp9oiiuuu6yyyytttttr443eeeddcvvvbbbbbnnnn gtt56. I was a bit disappointed, but I really couldn’t blame the ladies for going after a sure thing --even though I probably would have taken them myself had they only waited. Luckily, my other two appointments ended in me signing up Lavern Scott and Jodi Simmons to my crew.After a couple of exhausting, yet very pleasurable, interviews, I decided to relax for a few minutes in the hot tub. That is where I met Shawna Robinson. I must admit that I was surprised when she first approached me for an. Then I want to fuck your brains out, while Jean watches and masturbates for you. Would you like that? The male photographer can’t get enough pics of you, he is fascinated by you.”She can’t respond with Jean’s cock in her mouth, however, I assume her soaking wet cunt as I lick and tease it with my tongue and lips with two fingers sliding in and out of it to be an affirmative answer.“You are doing great guys, thirty five minutes, keep it up,” I hear Lucy call. Almost simultaneously I can sense.