I bury my face in your neck and kiss. Nuzzle. Nip. Release washes through me in unrelenting waves. I let it.I know your body is gripped the same. Tang...ed neurons and twisted heat unwinding and recombining as the rush consumes you. Racing heart. Thundering blood. Untamed fire.When I eventually slide out and the gusset of your knickers snaps back to contain our flow – another pair ruined – I release you and scoop you in my arms. You smell of summer heat and untold promise and I want to devour. "Hey man what you up to?" I asked."Just doing some laundry." Glen said carrying a basket down to the basement."You mind if I tag along?" Not at all." he replied.I knew my wife was lingering around the corner listening to me when I asked, "Hey, you know that thing we did Sunday? I sure hope I didn't make you feel awkward, but to be honest I really want to do it again. What about you? Would you mind if I sucked your dick again?" Hey man, think what you want but I don't ever mind having my cock. I arched and struggled. I swear I did.Only.Only.Only, by now he had my balls in his hand. Stroking them gently, but I’m sure you’ll agree, I was in a very delicate predicament. I’m sure you’ll agree that most people would have considered it wise not to fight.Wouldn’t you?He ran his fingers down my balls and then up again, this time travelling up, up, up across my taint. Slowly tracking his way to my…Jesus Christ!! What the fuck? I thought desperately, this certainly is a motherfucking Big Deal!. He would definitely be disappointed by a general escort or parlour girl. Anything less than high class is not good enough for him, he's fairly selective but not quite as elite as a courtesan client. He may be willing to pay similar prices for quality as a courtesan client, but he is quite happy with the ease and flow of the high class escort service.AN ESCORT CLIENT is not looking to spend any more than he has to, and is simply looking for sex, no frills. He is usually similar to a parlor.