I inserted it fully in her mouth and then took out and put my dickhead on her both eyes and nose and cheeks and spitted on her mouth.Now I put cock in...her mouth and started moving it in and out.She was sucking my cock helplessly and was choked.She sucked it and was making loud sounds which I loved to hear.Ummmumuuumuumuuuuum uumumuum as if she was having the tastiest juice ever in life.I was slapping her face with my hands and my cock.Her face was fully covered with my cum.I spat on her body. Before she made up her mind, a woman about as old as Henry, told her to hurry inside the fun was about to start.The pair now entered the man cave and instantly Bess saw how much it had changed since last week, for now the central floor area was gone and there were about five rows of seats, all facing the screen. Suddenly Henry spotted Bess and called her over and he then pressed a bell just beside the screen and somewhere in Henry’s house she heard a bell ring. Then for the next five minutes it. I took a gin and tonic to a corner table and scanned my fellow-customers: three middle-aged couples celebrating a birthday or a wedding or a small lottery win, a few businessmen and women slaving over hot I-Pads or pontificating about economic prospects or the weather or the Middle East, and a handful of elderly locals drinking away their loneliness. The escort, whatever her name was, could have picked up more business here. There was one other person, who sat in the opposite corner appraising. They talked business frankly when no one else was in the coffee shop. The more clients they took, the more the chance they would get caught. The longer they kept at it, the more chance they would get caught. Not only that, but they had entered the only profession where you made more money as a novice than you would when you got older. ‘Don’t get addicted to the envelopes,’ Lily warned her. ‘I’ve thought about this a lot. Get addicted to the envelopes and next thing you know you’re a dried-up.