I have seen husbands who have paid me for sexual services out with their wives and thought one of two things :-1) She is a hot wife - why does he need...to have have sex with me or2) She is a dog - I understand why you need to have sex with meBut is seeing a hooker, prostitute, escort cheating on the wife - especially as 99.9% are shut down now ??Lets remove the money side of things - lets assue that a girl gives her time free of change.Men have sexual urges - they have desires, many of which. Then at about 5:00am I was woken by a tongue in my cunt. I looked down and recognised Cynthias head in my crotch, so I somehow got her to turn around so that she was on top of me in a 69. We each attacked the others cunt with devotion until after maybe 10 minutes we came almost together. It turned out that Cynthia is a squirter, so I had the added pleasure of swallowing all her juices. By now the two men were awake, thanks to our shaking the bed. I climbed on top of Bill, who was already erect. Master wasn't going to presented with a slut, I was going to appear elegant for him. I applied foundation, a little eye shadow, a light coloured lipstick (nothing outrageous), a little eye shadow and some mascara. A pair of clip on earings completed my outfit.Noticing the time (he should be home shortly), I made my way in to the living room and took up my position on my knees to wait for him. The thought of seeing Master again was making me horny as Hell. The fact that I'd been wearing the. Eight slow, full strokes and then one fast hard thrust; seven slow grueling strokes and then two quick vigorous ones. Not just my cunt, but my entire body was in lustful anticipation, as the slow strokes diminished in number, and the exuberant ones increased. Soon my womb was bombarded with unsurpassed furor, as Daddy pounded my overwrought sensitized cunt, each stroke filled with desire and causing a new flood of hormones through my body and brain. My mind was at the same time seemingly full.