"Though I feel sad for the people with really unusual fetishes. At least the guys with common ones can find people to explore them with." They can exp...ore them with girls like you, or at least some of them," I pointed out."That's assuming they have the guts to call the agency in the first place. And the luck to get the right girl, of course." What do you mean?" Escorts can be just as close-minded as anyone else. Each of us has things we won't do, and getting paid doesn't change that." What. Wrapping his arms around her, she stared into his eyes and pursed her lips for the kiss she expected. ‘Do you always do this?’ His lips were scant inches from hers. ‘Huh?’ ‘Go home with… strange men? Whose names you never knew?’ His lips grazed hers, and the question flitted from her mind. At first, their kisses were gentle, savoring the moment, but she wanted none of that. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she tried to pull him down onto the bed, but found he wouldn’t move. She whimpered into. I know he was probably struggling with the same thing. How would his wife be treated? How would he feel seeing his wife touched and used by strange men? How would he feel if I liked it? If he liked it? But, this was his idea so if it went badly, it was his fault, right? Well, maybe.We both knew our plan, we also knew the risk. Not only the risk of things NOT going the way we planned, but the risk of them going the way we planned, and us not being able to deal with the results. So we’d have to. "I heard her reposition herself a bit before she resumed."Okay, I'm ready."Our break room was divided into two separate rooms. One room was the "kitchen" and "dining" area. The other side was more like a living room (but with fairly uncomfortable chairs). I was approaching through the kitchen/dining area. She was in the living area. Connecting them was just an open archway about 4 feet wide. We were hidden from each other by one of the walls between the rooms, adjacent to the doorway.I was able.