"Lord I prayed for guidance in this course on hedonism.
What am I? A pervert or prostitute? I'd thought I'd seen
every elective course, but this is pushing the limits of
my liberal education." Karen scribbled in her note book
as another client walked in for a massage. She had hoped
to attain her bachler's degree, with a hands on understanding
of the sex industry. Now, she felt dirty and worried about being
stigmatised.
The client appeared to be a small philopino man, who had saved
his hard earned money for some T&A massage.
"I want some ass. I have plenty of cash." he shouted and whistled.
Karen sighed and took the money and got down on all fours.
The client whistled and started singing. His voice howled like a baboon.
She had little sensation. Her ass had grown numb from many ass humpings.
"Oh, God! That's too much! Ooooooooo please I can't... Yes! Yes!" Karen exclaimed.
It was a tired performance, but the clients enjoyed it.
"Ha-ha! I fucking you!" the little man whistled and slapped her butt.
Could this really get her degree? Why would her professer recomend this?
Maybe, a little wiggle and some bow... she thought as she wondered about her
thesis: "Sex and the male ego."
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