“Fuck,” Jonathan said in a strangled voice, feeling his cock start to twitch as she clenched around him. “Don’t come yet!” Lauryn pulled for...ward off of him and turned around on her hands and knees, swallowing his cock. Moaning around his hard, slick shaft, she slid her mouth up and down, pausing on the upstroke to lasciviously swirl her tongue around the head. That was all it took. With a strangled moan, he came into her open mouth. She closed her lips around the head, chuckling, and drank him. He kept on talking about them for awhile and then he wore me down talking to me, and I decided what would it hurt just to show him what he had never seen before. When he took one look at them, he said let me taste one of them, just to say I had actually tasted one that big, and I kept telling him no and finally after about 15 minutes he broke down my will power, and then I couldn't say no, so he did. Needless to say, I was so turned on by this time that I decided to tell him, it was only fair. Those were the rates set by the service and the service often told her what to collect. She was allowed to keep all tips. The thing about call girl services is she only keeps half of the fee and some nights she wouldn't get more than one or two calls. The hour or so was really more like two with drive time. Not only was there the cost of the car and gas that she was footing, but she was paying for the motel room where she stayed. If all that wasn't bad enough half her clients were truck. This is the story of what ended up happening. Until about ten years ago I had been what most women would describe as Neanderthal: the stereotypical find-em, fuck-em and forget-em kind of guy. Not that they complained too loudly. Why should they? They were Find-em, fuck- em and forget-em kind of women! I was absolutely attracted to women on a physical level, the amazing curves, the detail of Gods finest work in my most humble opinion. However, the rising number of conquests with few new.