Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and pleas...e share your thoughts in the comments " Irene said, "I'llthink about it, Helen. But I don't see any reason to say anything now."Then we drove over to the beautician's office. While we were having ourhair done, I saw Irene looking at her phone, and then heard her gasp. Shesaw me looking and passed her phone to me. It had on it the picture ofCelia and me after we rescued Amy from the South Strip Rapist, identifyingus both as whores. I realized I would have to be prepared to explain thatfor many years to come.For my part, I. “A what?” I asked. She laughed, “A test dummy. To try things out on, you know, blow jobs for example. Some girls hate doing them, but some love doing them. You don't wanna start your first blow job and realize you hate it, because I'm willing to bet that Rob loves them and will just force you down on it making you gag and choke. That adds up to a horrible first time experience and will put you back off sex.”She made some kind of sense, I guess. But what she said got me thinking; “So did you. By the last one, hewas doubled over on the floor, moaning softly. How the hell was she doingthis to him? He knew she would never hurt him, that she loved him and hadhis best interest at heart?but still, something seemed wrong. His roomseemed different, too. It was girlier than he liked with its pink wallsand white trim, though it was really well painted."Vicki," he finally moaned, catching his breath. The waves of arousal hadpassed, but he still felt woozy. He cradled his stomach, and looking.