All he wanted to know was if it was an existing customer. He had all the business he could handle and didn’t want to expand any further. He e-mailed...me a list of his customers, and I could see I had plenty of latitude to develop business closer to home without infringing on his territory. He hinted that he and his wife had talked about selling the business and retiring to Florida. I didn’t think he was that old, but he told me he was fifty-eight, and had enough saved to retire, not counting. We can...”Her voice trailed off as she felt the warmth of his member pressing against her thigh, fully erect now, as long and as thick are her forearm. It was leaking fluids on her skin as it brushed against her crotch, Lena sensing its firmness through the thin fabric as it pressed against her lips through her shorts. Its length was still coated in the hand prints and smears of dye that she had left there after their last session in the temple, reds and yellows standing out against his blue. All he needed was for one of his girls to have to make a trip to the emergency room at the hospital to put him out of business. That was the one kind of publicity that Horsey's business could not tolerate.Anyway, at the end of seven weeks, Horsey was firmly established in business at the high school. He now had so much business that he was having to turn customers away for lack of availability of whores to service them. He was galled to the core every time he thought of the amount of money that. I kept licking.She had multiple and long orgasms. She was shouting on top of her voice, “Sandy, please stop. What are you doing? I’m dying. Please stop.” She couldn’t take it anymore and pushed me off. She was now in her trance lying literally unconscious.And all this while I kept lying there looking at her. She was all perfect Punjabi girl flawless fair skin. Slim still perfect shaped ample firm boobs. Pink nipples. Smooth and fair thighs. Well cared cleaned and nurtured hands and feet. Waxed.