." and she went on to tell Brita that she would be paid the minimum wage but that she would receive a bonus for every client, what the conditions were... hours of working, one week daytime and one week evenings, and so on. At no time could Brita get a word in edgeways to say that she didn't want to work there, that she wasn't going to be a prostitute, and that the whole thing revolted her. Especially that knocker, which seemed so at odds with the refined taste of the interior. The main problem. " He stepped in through the door. "You look like anorgasm on legs Richie."I was completely shocked and taken back by what he said and his use ofmy proper name."no one would ever believe you are a man, such a turn on and if I'm notmistaken you are probably feeling hot and very aroused too right nowaren't you?"I found myself nodding searching for my voice."Yes my little concoction makes you feel good doesn't it boy."Again my eyes opened wider and all I could manage was a lisping whisper,"Yss. It was enough for Wes; it was the first time a hand other than his own had touched his most private area.Nadia smiled at the look of vacant ecstasy on Wes's face. "This is a bit uncomfortable for me, Wes. Shall we... ?" She gave Wes's jeans a tug at their waistband. Wes lifted his hips as Nadia deftly tugged his pants and underwear off. His erection sprung free and proudly pointed upwards.Once Nadia helped Wes out of the remainder of his clothes, she propped herself near his stomach, one hand. She did not bother with words. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me, and thrust her tongue into my mouth with vigor as she molded the rest of her body against me. My hands automatically wrapped around her. The camera hung forgotten off to one side as we renewed our acquaintance. It felt wonderful to hold her again after so long an absence. Her dress was a simple affair, plain and understated for the office. And since I was not expected, I knew she had not dressed for me,.