As the heat of May set in, so did my determination to conquer my professional goal. My target was a hefty 45, a number that seemed daunting at first, but I was up for the challenge. Every day, I diligently rolled out of bed, ready to dive into the task at hand. The satisfaction of pleasing others became my driving force, and I found myself becoming increasingly skilled and efficient.Each new face brought a fresh challenge, a new mouth to explore, a new taste to savor. The thrill of the chase, the anticipation of the reward, it all fueled my passion. As the days passed, the tally grew, each act a testament to my dedication and skill. The sweet taste of success was intoxicating, and the thought of what the following month would bring left me eager and excited.This was more than just a job, it was a dance, a symphony of pleasure that I conducted with every stroke of my tongue. And as the month drew to a close, I stood tall, my goal achieved, my pride intact. The world was my oyster, and I was ready to devour it.