It was a tight fit, but worth the struggle. After all, I was a woman, I was determined to give both those guys the blowjobs of their lives, so I was g...oing to make damn sure that I looked as sexy as I could for them.I freshened my make up with a new coat of lipstick and changed my eye shadow to some new shades of gold and brown to match my hair and returned to the lounge. One of the guys whistled when I walked in and sat down. I crossed my legs seductively and put a cigarette between my lips. I've made a lot of contacts in thepast five or six years, so I can help you find therapists, laser hairproviders, endocrinologists - the list goes on and on. I'm lookin' outfor you, so don't be afraid to ask. Alright?" Thank you Manny," I said. "I mean, really. Thank you so much."She made like she had an invisible hat and tipped it at me, beforeturning and leaving. I started to walk out when I noticed a girl wassmiling at me. She was a gothy sort, all dressed in black and with thosehuge black. Aur kah rahi thi ki raja dal do apna 10inch ka lund ab bardas nahi ho raha hai.Fir mere naukar ne unh eek thappad marte hue bola “chup sali randi.Matherchood nahi to tere chut bhi phar dunga,Mom-to phar de na bahan ke lode ,mere chot ka bhosda bana de.Main mom ke muh se gali sun ke mera lund aur fanfanane laga.Fir maine dekha mere naukar ne apne lund ko apne hath se pakda aur dhere se mom ke choot ke muh pe laa k eek joordar jhatka mara aur uska saraa lund mom ke chut main ek sath ghus gya. I was like aboriginal. NO, I was livestock. Nobody else was livestock. Nobody in high school was livestock. And the thought of being livestock in high school was most compelling. What if I had been “livestock” and accepted as such.Livestock in Comparative Religion class: How would they have accepted me if I was ejaculating in class. Probably would have diapered me. I wouldn’t have liked that, or maybe okay if girls changed me, frequently, powdering me, hands on.How I would have loved to be.