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Cindy began kissing the man’s thighs … rolling his fleshy bails with her tongue … putting her mouth at the tip of his manhood and slowly sucking more of his throbbing penis into it … going up and down … faster and faster … sucking harder and harder … using her hands to tease his asshole, then pushing her finger into the tight hole … causing his body to tremble with delight from the thrills she was sending through it.
Cindy’s seductive talents were becoming well known to men, and they eagerly looked for her caravan of sex so they could hitch a ride that would drive their desires wild.
Cindy had arrived in California’s capital city with only ten dollars left in her purse, and had been depending upon Georgette Petara to put her up until she found a job and got a little money in the bank. At least that was the way she had it planned when she decided to drop out of her classes at UCLA for a few months and had taken a bus north for a little change of scene and life-style.
Unfortunately, just as with mice and men, women’s plans often fail to take into account the fact that the world is what it is, not what they want it to be. And Cindy, being a girl who firmly believed in burning her bridges before she came to them, suddenly found herself in a strange city, without friends, badly in need of a job if she was going to continue eating. Her friend Georgette had failed to anticipate that Cindy would suddenly decide she was bored with college and needed a change, and had taken off for an extended vacation in Nepal with three gurus and a bisexual Quaker.
Two years of college, majoring in parties and football players, hadn’t done much to prepare Cindy for a place in the job market, so most of the help-wanted ads in the Sacramento Bee went straight into the waste basket. In fact, she found only three she thought she could qualify for. And two of them involved stoop-labor in the rice fields west of town. That left one possible.
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