They'd met on the street of the town where she lived, shared a few laughs, a coke and (urged on by good natured ribbing from friends) phone numbers to...'do this again, sometime'. The first date; a movie, holding hands on the way home, too rushed for anything other than a smile. The second encounter brought a fleeting glimpse of paradise when her lips brushed his, soft as a butterfly's wing, making him tingle to his toes all the way back home... but this, their third time out together, sent an. I kept picturing myself behind her, as she is bent over my desk with her dress pulled up and her cheeks pulled apart awaiting my cock to part and explore her ass. As soon as I got home, I d**g my wife upstairs, and I fucked her like a wild man. I pounded her hard and deep, she was wondering where my passion had come from. I fucked my wife so good, and all the time thinking of Cindy. I cum hard, my cock shooting long ropes of cum onto my wife’s belly. It didn't help. I still had that mental. The payment you gave me is for that. I thank you for using my services."Ah, so that's how he justified his taking the token of my gratitude. I would make it more next time.When we arrived at the condo, the house girls were out of the condo and down the stairs to the taxi before we opened the taxi door. They were all dressed in their tiniest t-back bikinis. They were almost completely bare, which was normal for them, but had Tina drooling before she stepped from the cab.Lisa said, "Down girl.. Besides, with the confidence he exuded, he wouldn't need to resort to such obvious lines, and she could tell that he knew it."You're too kind," was all she managed to say. She was flattered by his words. It had been a long time since she'd heard anyone speak to her in such a way. Then getting control of herself, she flashed him her best smile, and said, "Thank you so much for buying my coffee for me." You're quite welcome. It's just that you seemed so distressed, and it looked like you could.