I said oki no problem …he came inside the bed sheet and we slept..at mid night I came near his cock I touched it with my ass…he came near to me he...holds my hib tightly just I came to know he too didn’t sleep ..he is rubbing his cock on my ass ..i acted as I am sleeping… he pressed my breast …for the first time a guy touching my breast ..after few minutes we both slept….at morning I bathed and wearing salwar kammez he asked me he will drop me to the college not to the bus stand I agreed and I. Shame washed over him but so did the burning hear of the water, rinsing away each pang of guilt with a searing wave of purity over his skin. As he recalled Rebecca, whose name he never actually learned, falling out of view, as he recalled her blood gushing out of her like cum, her tongue on the pavement, her belly bursting, her eyeball under his foot… he came. His back arched, his legs stretched out as far as they could, his head thrown back in a silent, open-mouthed sigh of pleasure, he held. The going rate in those days was $15 to $20 for head. This was plenty cheap and instead of dickering I made it clear that tips above the base rate were in order for good service. Pay up front and $5 or $10 more after the act. It was all potluck at first. The good whores would get right to work, freeing up their tits and pants as they took you into their mouths. The skill levels were all over the place. Some were novices. Some were accomplished cocksuckers. Occasionally one was so inept. Then she made her move, she scooted up next to me and slid her hand between my legs saying "I want this." She opened my button down shirt, licking the center of my chest, working her way down, unfastening my pants, unzipping me, then she slipped my cock into her mouth. She sucked me until I was hard then leaned back looked up at me while stroking my cock and said "Nice." She stripped, laid back on the couch and presented herself to me saying "I want you to eat out, make me cum!" So I fell.