The rooms at the top of the stairs cost $500 per hour, not counting a tip for the chosen escort. But, damn, he had buns to die for. Maybe later...Half...an hour later they were upstairs in the small room. Jason was lying on the narrow bed, facedown. He still wore his mask, but nothing else. From the crack of his hind cheeks there protruded a slim rubber hose leading to an old-fashioned red rubber enema bag suspended from a rusting coat hook. Eileen needed him immaculate both outside and in for. But … you know, love my lappy.”He took her back to his apartment and went about the ‘making up’ he had promised. It began with music and wine on his sofa and proceeded, via exquisitely slow removing of all her clothes, to a full-body mouth-bath on his bed, his warm wet kisses homing ever inward to her aching pussy. By the time his lips and tongue made it there, all soreness from the day’s events was swallowed up in need and she opened to him like a flower.He ate her out for goddamn ever, hands. But I did scope out his pants and, oh, yes, Cindy gave her twin brother a stiffie. I loved it. We also had a pool in the back yard and I began taking off my top to tan my boobs. At first, none of my brothers would come out when I was topless but I knew they were looking out the upstairs windows, that I could tell. Then after I'd been doing that a few weeks, I began getting up from my chaise lounge to go in and get a cold drink to take back out, still topless, just ignoring whoever might see me. Woh ab itni betaab hoti hai ki Rajesh ke gaal chatke bolti hai, “Ahhhhh kitni galiya de rahe ho mujhe raja. Rajesh raja yeh kahani aise bich mai chorke mat jao. Please aage batao na kya hua? Kyon mujhe tadpa rahe ho? ” “Kya matlab hai tera Fatima begum? Behanchod kya beti ki baat sunke tujhe chudwane ki iccha hui hai kya raand? Teri maa ki chut, sachi bol, tera irada kya hai? Nangi hoke mujhse chudwana ya Ayesha ke saath kya ho sakta tha woh mujhse jaan lena Fatima? Maderchod mera lund kyo.