The scent in the room made my eyes water and I’m not nearly as sensitive to scents as Dag is. Was.A bedside table had an open drawer with various ad...lt toys shoved into it. The bed was unmade and velvet ropes hung from the corners to the floor. The bolsters for the bed were lying on the floor in a corner and the spread lay in a pile at the foot of the bed. The walk-in closet was crammed so full of clothes and shoes you couldn’t walk into it. No matter what image Brenda attempted to portray in. I laughed. Yes, that was my intention for the night ahead. I was tired of being alone, and the past few months with Paul had been unsatisfying, to say the least. More than anything, I wanted to get fucked. I needed it. At that moment, I didn't care who would be my fuck partner as long as they had a big cock to satisfy me and take away the hurt I felt about Tammy.I bought the dress and a pair of fuck me heels and headed home., stopping to buy a bottle of wine. As I left the wine store I noticed. He had a couple hundred bucks in his wallet from the night at the slam, so why shouldn’t he call an escort for the evening? He also needed a little more booze, preferably some beer, which would make his inebriation just right. He never used a call girl before, but if these damn women wouldn’t shut him out all the time, there wouldn’t be a need for any call girl, or booze even.Preston demanded to know in the blur of his vision why the hell women didn’t put out like they used to. He remembered it. He buttoned up, and pushed the cleaning cart out of the restroom and toward the elevator. I ran to the sink and washed my hands hurriedly and exited the restroom. When I got in to the hallway, I saw that he was holding the elevator for me. I walked in the elevator and as the doors closed he said, "you wanna see me cum?" Hell, I didn't even have to think about it..."YES", I stated. We made it to the 1st floor and proceeded down the hall to a room marked "closet". He took out his keys,.