The thoughts of you created an issue that could not be disguised. There were not many people in the building this late on a Thursday afternoon. Mayb... 10 between all 3 floors. But still a bit risky to continue with my thoughts. So now I had a choice to make. Stop the thoughts and sit back at the desk, hiding my problem or go to a place where I wouldn’t be interrupted. I walked into the men’s room. OMG, my imagination is going insane. You were in there waiting for me. Damn, this is. But all the members of the family moved away from the house and settled in the city for job or business. My grandmother is living alone with servants in that house and look after the agriculture and household activities. My grandmother fell sick during that time. Her daughter asked her to stay with her in the city for a few days for her treatment and recovery. Initially, she refused to leave the house vacant saying no one is there to look after the daily activities. But finally, she agreed to. He grabs the back of my hair, forcibly but not painfully and tilts my head so he can plant a long, hard, deep kiss on my mouth. A moan escapes the most inner part of me in pleasure. We begin to kiss passionately and his hand is firmly in my hair, guiding my head to where he sees fit. His other hand begins to rub my pleasure spot and mine returns the favor. We engage in the heaviest of petting when we hear other 4 wheelers coming up the trail. As they pass and the moment is broken. I get off the. I'm just in a really horny mood today and I want to feel like a sexy whore for lots of men. Just make sure you don't send me any undercover cops. Cops don't like to pay for blowjobs." You mean, you're really going to charge the men I send you?" Why not? It makes it feel more real to pretend I'm a prostitute for money. And I can buy new sexy lingeie with the money so I can wear it for more men later. It keeps the fun going. Now, go tell Randy he's going to be my first client but I'll give him a.