“Who is Ella, Scarlett, Jo, and Shirley?” she asked.“My girlfriends,” I said.Another slap!A look of revelation came over her face, “You are ...he guy that is getting prostitutes to pay you to fuck them for money, aren’t you?”I slapped her, although not nearly as hard as she had me.“Using your terminology, I am the prostitute ... they are my clients!”This time I put my hand up to stop her slap.“You said you’ve made love six times, but there are only four names,” she said.“Scarlett had a repeat,. I dont have any money. Dont worry about that. Ill take care of it and it will be my pleasure. Sir, may I ask a question? Sure anything, Mr. Keller answered while standing in front of me. He was no more than a foot in front of me. I was looking directly at the spot where his cock was and at the hem of his robe and then I looked up into his eyes. Why are you doing this? Why dont you just fire me or call the police or kick me out of your house. Mr. Keller stepped closer and brushed his thumb down. I release my cock just long enough to use my forefinger as I run my fingertip over it and rub it in on the underside of my shaft, just below the head. My hand returns to my cock again, this time stroking a little faster. The funny thing about being a guy, we know exactly what we like and how to do it (I’m sure females say the same thing). We can make ourselves cum in about two minutes or we can tease ourselves and hold out for two hours. I personally prefer teasing myself and stretching it out. .and she loved it!‘Ly on bed nisha. It’ll be much more comfy!’ did nisha want to protest…..? Of course, she didn’t.It was only a split second before Kevin was caressing the sexy, young body on the bed. He had one hand round nisha’s naked shoulders and the other played on her tummy, and the two of them kissed with magnificent passion now, their mouths and tongues fighting each other like tiger cubs rolling about warm grass. Kevin moved his lips back to the soft mounds of flesh above the dainty.