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Second semester of senior year began with an eight-month work placement. I landed work at a TV station where I’d spend three full days a week in an editing studio working on various projects, one day a week working on a couple live shows for three hours, and one day in the classroom. I was looking forward to having that class end in April to free up some time to enjoy summer. However, I really enjoyed this TV stuff at the time… The women were split in three parts: twenty-somethings working either part-time or interning. Thirty-somethings that either hated being single or hated their relationship and wanted to fuck around, and forty-plus people who loved to flirt with younger guys. Welcome to entertainment industry. My second week on the job I got to know a part-timer who graduated the previous April. istanbul travesti Her name was Nadia, and she was this attractive girl with an Indian background (grandparents were from India). 5″7, great DD breasts and curves in the right places. Her backside was round, and that was enough of a background for me to enjoy. Thing was, she’d come visit my studio from time to time pretending she was waiting for someone. After the second time I realized she was into me. I was ready to make a play on that. She’d work on the live shows so we only worked side-by-side once a week. I decided I’d try to lure her to my studio after a live show. Only I didn’t have to work too hard to accomplish that… “Hey Dean, can I check something on your computer? I need to check my email.” “Sure thing.” istanbul travesti This was early 2006, and not everyone had email on their phones. Heck, I didn’t have Facebook at this point. However, she just sat in my chair and didn’t bother checking her email which was a sign. “Hey Nadia I need to render one of the live shows for weekend replay. Let me show you the process. It’s real simple.” Truth was I already rendered it. “This will take forty-five minutes. Now I sit here and try to kill time somehow.” “Well good thing I’m keeping you company.” She winked at me and moved her head closer to mine. “Best company I could ever ask for.” She was touched by the compliment, and I just went in for the kiss. She embraced it by sliding her tongue inside my mouth. We started making istanbul travesti out, and I got us to stand up so I could reach for the door. I had a lock on it, and I didn’t want to be disturbed. Thankfully, the studio had insulation and no windows. I had my hands outside her pants rubbing her vagina. She stopped me. “I’m on my period.” Immediately she slid her hands down my pants, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. She started stroking my fully hard cock while we kissed and tongued each other. She had some magic hands, pumping with some aggression and tenderness simultaneously. This went on for a good ten minutes before she slowly made her way down. Just as I thought, she was going to suck my cock she pulled back. Then she came forward again as if she was about to lick my shaft and she pulled back again, and stood right back up to kiss me. That second tease pushed me over the edge, and I spurted ropes of cum all over my black desk. It looked as if I spilled a carton of milk. “Wow you came a lot!” No shit. A few days later, I was working late, and she came into the studio once again.

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