He was holding me from my hips now and his slapping balls against my butt cheeks were making a funny sound, echoing on the walls along with the sound ...f water coming from the showers..''Take my cock bitch, what a slut you are, damn, your ass is made for milking my cock''It was too much for David, he was on the edge, about bursting! I said 'Stop David, you filled my ass full with your baby-batter last time, but now i want you to go ass-to-mouth on me and finish it in my mouth.''I got down on my. The marks on my body were clearly visible through the thin nightie, small tufts of my pubes escaping the sides of my thong, my still swollen sex on display, sticking wetly to the material. I grabbed a towel and headed upstairs, Bill was at the table in the sitting room, working on his laptop, he did a double take as I greeted him with a "Good morning", putting my towel down and heading into the kitchen to turn on the jug for coffee, asking him if he wanted one, him agreeing, I walked behind. However, it all changed 5 months ago when I met this client called Debolina. It was in the month of October, 2015. It was a normal day to begin with when I had already done a therapy in the morning to a regular client.Post that, I got a tinker on whatsapp asking me for my charges for a 1 hour therapy. The woman negotiated thoroughly and finalised the service at Rs 2000. She seemed adamant that she needed it as she had got a lot of references and she was running on a tight budget for the month. I took them back to my room and put my chair against my door as I usually do when I'm going to play with myself.I took my leggins off that I had been wearing and layed on my bed, I was layed in a big oversized white t-shirt and my red lace thong (it's nothing new, had it for ages and it's getting a little tatty now) so there I was layed on my bed with my s1sters used underwear. I pressed my younger against the crotch area, it tastes unreal. I can't describe to you how my little s1sters, young.