Just Talking…

It seems on of the most prevalent requests (outside of wearing a secretary or school girl outfit) is will I send my real pictures. The answer is always no,  sometimes I explain and other times, depending upon how they asked I can be very curt. My clients, the ones that I prefer to meet always understand and respect my answer. They understand that each of use are taking risks and how I look like, whether I’m a 85kg and 150cm with pimples, tattoos and bald and or I’m 50kg and 168cm with long blond hair, they are only going to know when I walk in their door.

Actually one of the parts of my visit I enjoy the most is when I walk in the room and I see their apprehension of what do I look like, not just disappear from their face, but the big smile that replaces it.

Sometimes, they are speachless as they look up and down and do that a few times. One guy just kept walking backward looking at me and fell.  I walked over an sat on him, and didnt let him up. He was such a “nerd”  I decided that I was going to give him the time of his life. While he was on the floor, I reached over, took off his glasses and put them on. I undid my blouse one button at a time (boy was he getting arroused, I was afraid he was going to finish right then and there).  I pinned his hands to the floor and put my tits in his face and told what to do. I think he was in a bit of shock and this was not what he “planned” but he was passive and did what he was told…

So I decided to continue and moved up and “sat on his face”.  I kept his hands pinned to the floor and told him what to do. It turns out with a little bit of direction he was quite good at that and it got to the point where I thought he might be suffocating as I kept pushing down, so that his tongue could go in deeper.

Well, that was fun, so I decided to continue…