I told him Iknew a lot of students who would be interested inmodeling and with some advertising I could make this afinancial win for both of us. Gordo...n thought it soundedlike a great idea, agreeing to very good terms for meon the use of the studio with the stipulation that ifthe opportunity to ever set him up with one of themodels for some extra “fun” that I would.It didn’t take me more than a month to have almost adozen models that I could call on. None of them hadever modeled professionally. So I was madder than hell. I was a hot woman in my late twenties’ but very still attractive. I could tell from the glances I got from the horny men. To be honest I don’t know why husband was wasting time with a little slut when I can rumble and rock and roll and raise the roof and break the bed, and game all night long; and he was wasting it on some tramp that likely didn't have half my experience in pleasing men.I wished for my school days again, when boys and girls played Kalongolongo and. Then his cock swelled he was fighting to hold a moan in I could tell by the whimpers that escaped his lips. I was wishing that I could reach my pussy with my hands. I was so horny and scared which seemed to make me even hornier. Then I felt it a sort of thickish warm slightly salty taste it wasn’t unpleasant either. Infact it made me want to swallow as much as I could. I couldn’t manage it all so some spilled out of my lips. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and put it away my tits were fully. ?”“I live in Tampa, you sucked my cock once at fantasyland.” “ I used to live here, when I heard you were going to be here..well I took a big chance you would show.” He was talking low but I blushed, knowing others nearby could hear.“You flew all the way here just to be with me?” I was seriously taken aback. The other men buying me drinks were moving in closer.“Let me guess, you two are heading for Paris tonight,” one guy asked my husband. Behind every theater slut, there stands, in a dark.