”She smiled at me and said, “Thanks, Mr. L., my mom bought it for me a couple of weeks ago.”I replied, “You’re welcome, Amy. And you know, s...nce we’re spending so much time together, why don’t you just call me Ed. I’d be more comfortable with that. Calling me Mr. L. makes me feel like an old man.”Amy responded, “Okay, Ed, but I can’t call you that around my parents. They're very traditional and would be upset if they knew that I was calling an adult by their first name.”By the end of that. Have a seat. May I offer you a bottle of water?”“Naw, I’m good,” replied the client. “I’ll just wait.”A few minutes later, F. Jamison O’Brien appeared wearing a neat slim-fit J. Farrar black suit, a pastel green Van Heusen sateen-finish button-down shirt, a satin pink paisley tie, and black Stacy Adams loafers. He looked like a million bucks with his closely cropped blond hair and ice blue eyes, but the whole look only cost him a little over a $250 at JC Penney – courtesy of his mom’s. She went to the toilet, I followed her to the toilet. She cleaned her mouth and said this was what she needed. Then she said prove your skill by giving me a orgasm.I took her to the bed and make her lay. I started licking and sucking her clit. She began moaning. I did my best. Then I kept my 6.5″ tool on her clit and started rubbing it with my cock. I rubbed it until she screamed to stop. I asked her, am I skilled? She said nothing, but she caught my penis parted her pussy lips and kept it in. By the time I had a condom on, she was already in position, on her hands and knees. As I positioned myself behind her, rubbing the head of my cock in her wet pussy, I was reminded briefly of being in a similar position with Annie in St. Petersburg, although Ai Ling's butt, and in fact her whole body, was rather skinnier and more athletic than the curvy, homely form of the Russian.In Russia I had also not had my partner's husband kneeling in front and thrusting his cock into her mouth while I.