. no."The woman fell to her knees, taking his hand in hers, "Forgive me, then," she begged, "for you have rescued me and I, unknowing, have struck you...blind."Chris looked down at her. In spite of the absurdity of the situation, he couldn't keep prurient thoughts from rising to the surface. Here was a beautiful, naked woman kneeling in front of him, begging his forgiveness. His mind reeled at the possibilities. Still, he had to say, "What are you talking about? I'm not blind."She looked up at. "Oh baby. You're hot tonight. Go for it, baby. Make me shoot my cum."Donald pops into her mind. She imagines it's his cock in her. She moans and speeds up."Yes. Yes. Cum in me. Give me your hot cum. Yes. Yes."She squeezes his cock and he cums hard. She cries out as she cums with him. She rolls off and takes the condom off. She throws it in the waste basket.Guilt washes over. She can't believe how hard she came thinking about Donald. She hugs John and finally falls asleep.All week she is. I can see the women enjoying this, but what do you get out of it? You stated in your ad that nothing reciprocating is expected. Doesn't you get really all stirred up and feel worse than you do before the encounter? No, I replied, in fact it is just the opposite. I lost my wife two years ago and I am really missing intimacy in my life. These encounters actually bring me very close to the client, both physically and emotionally. I have an investment in their pleasure, I guess. I get. “I’m a little hungry I guess. It’s about noon right? Jetlag’s gonna be a bitch.” Rika disappeared into the kitchen without a word and Carrie followed Hiro upstairs. He pointed her into a small room with Tatami floors and an old TV in the corner. “Here’s how you use the AC if it gets too hot,” Hiro explained. “I’m just in the room next to you, by the way, you still play guitar at all?” “Yeah a bit. Oh, you said in your email you bought an electric guitar? Lemme see.” Hiro smiled. “Sure” He.