Her boobs were of overwhelming size. Her fairness.Next day I reached her place and she invited me in. Since we already had normal talks before, there ...as no hesitation between us. She directly asked me to remove my clothes. Since I was her slave, I followed it. I was completely naked in front of her. She slowly caressed my cock to make it rise to the fullest. Then,Moksha : tore open my t-shirt.I tore her t-shirt and she was in her black bra. Angel view it was.Moksha : now tore this fucking. Her body was very nice - firm C-cup tits, a rounded ass, slim waist. Her face was rather plain, with teeth that needed an orhodontist, but she smiled and made me feel very comfortable with her. Today her services would be called GFE. As we sat on the bed she caressed my body and kissed me on the mouth, something streetwalkers seldom did. She sucked my cock, taking her time, caressing my balls, complimenting me on the size of my equipment. I was horny as hell, and quickly hard as a rock. . I would leave the door unlocked and sit on the couch with my legs propped up on the thing you put the money in. Guys would open the door, peek in and then come in when they saw me naked. Some would just watch me masturbate, others would jerk me off and suck me. One night I was masturbating and two guys came in. They both watched me for awhile and then one took off all of his clothes, sat next to me and started stroking his cock until it was hard. His friend sat on the other side of me and. The day carried on with pretty girls wandering up and down the corridor. Word got around about there being a man in the building and most started wearing a bath robe from the changing rooms to the photo shoot rooms. There was another man, Michael the photographer, but he was as bent as a paperclip so no-one took any notice. I liked Michael straight away, we talked cameras and got on well. People noticed and made those gossipy assumptions people do and suddenly I was the gay painter who had.