I had finally made up for my years of abstinence and it was almost cathartic. As he was leaving Justin asked what would happen when I returned home.�...Make-up and move on,” I replied, shrugging.I spent Sunday morning at the beach and as I relaxed, I felt an enormous weight lift off my shoulders. I knew that Paulo was the one for me and that we would spend our lives together. My tryst with Justin had been no more than a momentary distraction, born of a silly need to scratch an itch.I arrived home. Certainly this woman was a lesbian, she could smell it. The question was whether she was a professional or an amateur. That question was answered on the second glass. When Lauren asked what she did for a living the reply was unequivocal. ‘Please do not be shocked, but I am a whore, Lauren.’ ‘Then I fear I have interrupted your work.’ She waved her hand vaguely at the other guests. ‘I think not. I have a rather niche clientele and the other guests would not fit the profile.’ Ava smiled. Fucckk meee bloodyy senselessss..." Oohh godddd" I moan. Arching back my hips rocking on the edge of the counter my hands tight on your hips pulling you against me as I bite my lip to keep from crying out. You can feel me tight around you, my lips dragging up and down the length of your shaft as our bodies slap hard and solidly together with each thrust of your hips. You gasp, "Oh goddd, I haaave to havve you Jennn" whispering on the air between us as you exhale. You dive for my throat. She stopped at the top of his boxers, put her fingers on the top. ‘May I?’ She asked. Erik nodded, still breathing fast. With his help, she pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard penis. Her hand took it and held it. She looked up at Erik, his chest raising with every deep breath he took, one hand grasping the sheet. Amber rubbed his penis slowly. ‘Amber…’ Erik moaned. ‘Yes, love?’ Amber said softly. ‘More… please?’ Erik whispered. ‘Yes sir.’ Amber smiled. She kissed the tip of his penis.