Tic, toc, tic, toc..the time on his watch worked at least. He stared at it wishing it was 11:10 so he could make a wish in a minute. Every few minutes...he’d check, thinking twenty minutes had flown by, unfortunately not. On top of that, his cell was dying and the last thing he’d received from Callie was a simple “Sex?”. He couldn’t even concentrate on what he had to do. It took forever, but seeing as it was a Friday the company stood down early. Surprising for the boss to allow such a cheerful. His hands worked her hips up and down even more rapidly than she ever could. His hands bounced her pale white ass up and down his black shaft like a basketball. He dribbled her booty hard and she could hear the deep thrusting leading the loud slapping as the fat on her ass slapped against his six pack. Farrah could feel the skin on her butt jiggle as Jackson fucked her harder than anyone ever had. The first earthquake rumbled through her as Farrah shouted in uncontrollable bliss. An orgasm. She would soon be aprofessional escort, yet she didn't mind. Ashley was right, their clientsjust wanted a service; there was no morality to it. Technically, it wasn'teven illegal.Gaby shifted her thoughts to living in California. Ashley's home was acondo near the beach in Malibu. Ashley had told her that she never broughtclients there."The area is pretty cool as everyone minds their own business. I'm surethey suspect something, but no one asks any questions; you'll love it,"Ashley had told. "Come on, " I shouted. Tentatively, she got out of the car, looking around making sure no one could see her. We walked quickly to the door and entered. The bell alerted the other 4 customers and the guy behind the desk to our presence. Cynthia stopped in the doorway; she seemed scared, but also fascinated. I walked toward the vibrators and dildos, with Cynthia close at my side. The items took up most of one wall.She seemed overwhelmed. "I never thought there could be so many. So many different.