I got married without my parents consent when I was 21. Looking back on it, it was a way to to get out of my parents house and living a life of love and sex. It took six months to discover it wasn't all that easy to make rent payments, bye food and gas for the car, witch always ended in fights over money. To top it all my husband got laid off from his job witch basically left us in a real bind. Found ourselves endlessly talking about ways to get ahead and shocked at the idea of selling me out for sex. Kept asking him if it was a joke but soon concluded it wasn't. I remember him saying I was pretty and sexy, a way to get out of our fanacial binding and it was just sex. Thinking my psrents would never take me back, my lack of skills and education sex was the only way out. My first client was good friend if his that I knew well. Told he had always had a crush on me and wasn't just a stranger. I remember he went crazy aqueezing my tits and sucking my pussy while my husband waited just outside. It was hard not to get horny with a guy eating out my whole crotch and pushing his huge hard dick into my mouths. I remember I must have done it well because he instantly came and practically had to swallow half his load. My husband later told we got $600 and told he wood be a a regular costomer. He was gone by the time a finished my shower, witch was a long one. Thank God his friend was a regular and enough to get us out of our money problem and didn't have to do it with a fat greasy hugly horny guy.