I spent the day with my ATF. I had a feeling she was going to get me a gift, and I didn't know how I was going to handle it if she did.  I had gotten her a nice gift on her birthday a couple of weeks ago, so I thought she might reciprocate. I had given her a set of Rosetta Stone tapes, because nothing turns me on more than a woman speaking to me in a foreign language during sex, and I wanted her to fulfill this fantasy of mine.  My language of choice was Yiddish.  I mean, what could be hotter than impaling a girl on your sword from behind as she moans Oy! Oy! Oy! and screams out the guttural cries once uttered by your forbears as the Cossacks descended on their ghettos and shtetls?
 
 I decided to accept her gift graciously and gratefully with a simple thank you.

When I got to her place, she was in a foul mood.  It seems she had spent the entire morning fending off calls from some john's crazy wife, who was blowing up her phone, accusing her of being a home wrecker and threatening to out her on social media.  I din't know what to say, so I tried breaking the ice by asking her if she had been busy that day.  This seemed to infuriate her even more.  I don't know why.  I was just making small talk.  

After a while, she calmed down, and presented me with my gift.  Two gifts, actually.  The first was a box of imported North Korean condoms.  Very thoughtful.  You see, I am a bit under-endowed in the dick department and I have problem with condoms falling off. (I should have known this was to be my fate when, as a kid, I was always the one with the small hands.)  The North Korean condoms are made for small people, and they fit me perfectly.  Thank you babe.

The second present was a gift certificate for an introductory course at Jack Dunphy University.  This gift I don't think she had put that much thought into.  I mean, why would you offer someone the chance to gain knowledge that eventually would work against your own economic self-interests?  Then I realized: A. She's a Republican.  B. She's not the sharpest cheddar in the cheese bin.  C. She's a hooker, and we all know what that means, she couldn't make it in the real world.  At best, she's a 6 or a 7, which is as good as you can expect in this realm.  As we're all well aware, there are very few 8's and absolutely no 9's or 10's here.

The one thing she does have going for her are her amazing pussy lips.  They're big and fat and flabby and I love to munch and nibble on them.  If TER gave a rating for pussy lips, she would hands down be a 10, the Angelina Jolie of pussy lips.

Tomorrow my classes begin at JDU, and I'm very excited.  I hope I get as much out them as when I took courses at Trump University.  Thank you babe.