All the alcohol I consumed last night must have put me into a deep sleep; one that you can’t wake me up from. Determined to wake me up, you lift my ...eg up and slip your hard cock into my wet slit. My eyes flicker open as my back arches at the new sensations. My eyes search the unfamiliar room trying to piece together, how I got here or who you were. Any information would have been welcomed. “Good Morning,” you whisper gruffly in my ear and I get a flashback to last night. I was dancing on a. A very special one, he always took care to point out. He was tall, had curly dark black hair with eyes to match.... he always smelled of some very exclusive cologne. And his expensive clothes and watches, and his silver BMW, apart from ofcourse me, gave one ample proof of exclusive tastes. I had turned 17, and the thought of building a career was already haunting me. I had done some escorting already, and just loved it. Tom told me time and again that if I wanted to join his club, I only needed. After a little bit more of kissing she shove my head towards her tits .I licked her nipples at my best .They were big and brown and hard.In my mouth I could play with it nicely and nibble at it every now and then .She liked that too and kept my head down there for a while .My cock in the meantime was sliding inside and out of her in the greatest way possible .I realised I was again on the edge of an orgasm .I stopped and when she let go my head I looked at her and after a kiss, I said:“I’m not. I have a height of 6.2 feet with superb six-packs and the right tone of muscles. My chest is filled with random tattoos such as that of a phoenix or an ancient compass. Thankfully, my body does not have any bodily hair at all. I’m a pianist. Nature bestowed upon me extremely long feminine fingers, which I have seen my female colleagues ogle at with extreme lust.Even though I am interested in having sex, I lack the confidence to approach any woman. I woke up in the middle of the night. The.