My eyes were searching for him and not paying much attention to our talk. Then, I saw him going towards the kitchen.I had to start conversing with him... so I made an excuse and went to the kitchen to take water. Since it was lunchtime, he was taking his food.I waited for him outside the kitchen and was looking at him from the corner of my eye. When he was about to come out, I went in and bumped into him thus spilling his rice and dal. I acted that I was really sorry for spilling, but something. I didn't ask if that was the case. All I tried to do was be myself. I've always been a very welcoming person and this situation was no different.I offered her a drink as she sat on my sofa knowing full well it normally cuts through the tension and uncertainty from my experience as an escort.I poured a drink for both of us and sat next to her offering a comforting smile. I knew she felt uncomfortable as she was in male mode and perhaps felt threatened as I wasn't. "I don't have a male mode" I. She was literally limping, she couldn’t take it, and she was getting mad. It was turning into the best day in my life and I wanted it more. I had never seen a girl nude in front of me few hours ago and now I was licking wet pussy of a girl, teasing her clit with my tongue and making her beg for more. I spread her legs and saw her small clit shivering, as if inviting me to take over it.I obliged and started licking them. I was new in this field but porn had taught me never continue in one. She moaned as his mouth over her clit, lashing at it as if he were beating a prisoner with a whip, albeit a satin whip. She moaned again, a deep intense resonating sound. For an instant she forgot the struggle and was joyful at the sensations his hands and tongue produced in her. “Do you approve, my lovely?” he asked. “I won‘t beg you,” she replied. That’s what her mouth said, but her heated sex was telling him something all together different. “You’ll beg, you’ll plead, and you’ll cry.