You for wearing it, and me for what I was trying to do you WHILE you were wearing it.I guess at some point I did fall asleep. The next morning I had a...nother e-mail from Jessie.Dear, Dear Sam, Can’t talk. Overslept because I stayed awake last night taking “interesting” photos for some dirty old man.And don’t say a word about time management when it is YOUR fault I was up so late.Love you, JessieMy Dear Jessie, That’s right, blame someone who wasn’t even there.I’ll go in for my 24-hour shift at 6. We arrived on time and went in. TJ greeted us, and seemed quite nice and kind of timid. She locked the door and put the closed sign up. We followed her to a room with a large massage table and the standard fare, oils and towels. She sent Jeannie to a small changing room to get into a sheer pink robe. She advised to her to be totally naked, except for the robe, as it enhances the massage.Jeannie came back and TJ had put candles on and turned the lights down. Soft music was playing in the. ? I cringed at the words, but internally relished this feeling. I had always dreamed of being a bimbo, and now I would get my chance. With those words, she left me alone in the room to contemplate the changes that were happening to me. My mom wouldn’t care about the hair, or the nose ring, although my dad might be a bit peeved that I didn’t ask him first. My biggest worry was the padded bras. Would they really make me undergo breast surgery? I mean, I think my mom would find it. As it turned out, knocking on the wall was a signal that some of the gentlemen would use to let the sucker know he was about to cum. At that particular time, that would have been useful information and I wouldn’t have been caught off guard. When I give head and not deep-throating I use a technique where I roll my tongue underneath the cock and force it downward in order to block off my throat so not to get choked on his shooting cum but when I lost all concentration, that didn’t happen.I was.