My words filled with mirth, my face still flushed from laughing. As soon as I looked back at the phone’s screen, he was no longer dancing, but layin... down on his bed, his upper body propped up by pillows. I couldn’t help but mutter, Fuck! I wish I got pictures of that!! I know you laughed, his smooth voice louder to make his words carry, he sounded like he was just behind me, but I cannot see you, I turned the screen off. Never more than at that instant had my mind questioning the millions of. I wish I didn't have to do these things, it's the down part of my job. Now I'm back in my hotel, my feet are killing me, I'm tired and I was lonely. Gee it's good to hear your voice," Fiona gushed. Tess asked, "Would you be interested in dinner with us at Charles Peters rooftop restaurant on Friday night. We've been invited by the chef himself and it will be a good night out. And here is the kicker, it's on the house, free." "Really! That would be excellent," exclaimed Fiona, "I have always. I said-I really feel lonely but looking for good friend, these days I only masturbate. We reached her place and she offered me to come inside. The house was provided by the Bank , it was nice done up. She asked me what I will like to have. I became bit naughty and said I will like to have you. She smiled and said are you sure. I said yes. Then she brought two glasses of beer and sat next to me.I put my hands on her thigh and was moving slowly while talking, she didn’t object. This gave me. “Did he just moan? Or was that me?” I thought to myself. But he seemed the same, so I repeated the process. Damn! His ass felt great and I could taste his salty skin with each kiss I dared to take. Feeling his ass, stroking my throbbing cock and kissing his too sweet and salty neck, made me feel even braver. (Or, was it horny). I had to have a little more. I was already so damn close to shooting. I released my cock and using two hands; I slowly and gently slid his underwear down over his.