“You’re just a horny slut, aren’t you?” he asks.“No,” Diana shakes her head.“No?” Rob grins. “You sell your services at the club you...work at. Your recruiter says you enjoy doing and that you really don’t need to the money.”“Mark?” she whispers in disbelief.“You’re observant,” Rob remarks. “Maybe you can use those observation skills to see that you’re not leaving here unless someone buys you.”“I want...” Diana tries to steady her voice. “I want you to leave me alone.”“Is that what you really. I'm enjoying myself. I'm imagining it's her tugging my cock with her small, perfectly shaped soft hands.I don't know how long I'd been there. I was teasing myself, I didn't want to cum anytime soon. I heard a few bumps and noises as I continued, but I didn't want to stop. I simply ignored them.I had my back to the bathroom door, and I was stunned to hear the door open. It was her. She was gobsmacked. I didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to say. She looked down at my throbbing cock. I. .A couple of weeks later, I'm on a social networking site and start chatting to a guy. Through course of conversation, it comes to light that he's the aforementioned friend. Small world! I was on the site for hookups (c'mon, it's me!) so needless to say I ended up in his bed too.I continued to have fantastic times with both of them, but seperately. With one, Monday is our day, the day I rip home from work at Mach 3, grab the fastest shower in the North, usually put on next to nothing (I. That way, nothing would feel rushed and we could move at whatever pace felt right since this was our first time with this kind of thing(with an escort that is. We had been with another woman before). My legs were shaking and my head swimming as we arrived and walked up to the apartment # that she had given us. When she opened the door we couldn't believe that amazingly enough, she was probably even more beautiful than her pictures. She greeted us warmly and we all smiled and hugged. She let us.