You don't regret it. You want me. And the truth is that I want you too."My heart was pounding at this point, I honestly thought Emma must be able to h...ar it or see it beating. I couldn't believe this. This doesn't happen does it? Before I could compute this information my hand was in hers and she was leading me out of the room. We probably left quite normally but in my mind we ran out of there like a couple of giggling school c***dren. She dragged me along and my mind raced to figure out what. ..I would never have survived for 15 years as an escort if I was!... But having someone ram his cock down my throat until I choke, or up my bum until its a gaping great hole just isn't 'fun'! All this began to evolve around 10 years ago? 'Odd' questions by punters like 'do I deep-throat'? ) Of course I've always offered my clients oral sex! Some of them, with smaller cocks, I could get ALL of there cocks into my mouth, but others...with larger cocks? I would limit how much I took into my mouth. Again Elisa was confused for a moment, trying to grasp her own motivation for behaving like this, wanting to show of her body that sounded about right. She cupped her boob and squeezed it, pointing it forward, pointing it towards John. Squeezing her own boob felt nice, her nipple seemed to be extra sensitive. She flicked her thumb over the nipple a few times, but it wasn’t enough. She had this overwhelmingly urge that her nipple needed to be flicked with a tongue. She tried to bring her boob. Her breathing quickened and her body rocked against my face more overtly, opening her legs even wider. I glanced towards Susie's, and saw her eyes were closed, but her glowed with what I assume was passion. As my gaze was lowered, I noticed her nipples were straining the fabric of her nighty, pushing two little nubs up from her chest. Still with one hand inside her, I ran the other to her chest and gently tweaked her nipples for the first time. She moaned quietly as I caressed them, and her.