When she asked her mom about the silly business, all she said was,“You just listen to the teachers, young lady; they know all the whys and the where...ores.”It rankled her that girls had to be the ones that had to get such things done to them and that they didn’t have any say about doing stuff to the boys. It just didn’t seem fair, but she kept her mouth shut because she had enough problems of her own with adding to them with her big mouth.Still, Mister Anderson was just a man like all the others. Zara was dressed in a floor-length, sky-blue, silk sarong skirt wrapped around her waist, fastened at the hip. It was wrapped so that there was a floor-to-hip slit on one side. She wore a long-sleeved, matching silk blouse.After we’d introduced ourselves, I went to the door and opened it to let her exit. She gave me a puzzled expression.“No, you can close door,” Zara said.I must have had a similarly confused look on my face, because she followed up with, “I am escort.” She removed her sarong. ... now you want me! Tell me... oh... god... tell me how much you want me!'I was completely under her spell. Aroused, pleasure flowing through my veins, I gave in to her seduction. 'I...I... yes, I confess... ugh... I want you! I want your wet pussy stretching around my cock! ... I am totally into you! My lady, please... uf... let me have you! I love your huge saggy tits and fat ass bouncing in sync with my every move! I want to fuck you... yes... and make love to you! I love mating with. She’d probably respond without complaint, but it wouldn’t be a consensual act and I’m not into forced sex.“How about we relocate to one of the rooms downstairs. We can lie in bed and take things as they come.”I’m relieved that Olivia agrees without saying something like ‘if you want’. She gathers her clothes but doesn’t bother to put them on. She seems quite happy to walk about naked. I tidy up the room and take Olivia to room E501. At first glance, the room looks like an ordinary hotel room.