Again, that sharp intake of breath and a tiny surge in my feeling, more woman than I had ever had. Is this what I was meant to be, on my knees jerking...off an older man?With a tone in his voice that I had never heard before and in an almost strangled whisper, he said, "Put me in your mouth". As I did so, I realized again just what I was doing and felt as if it were an out of body experience. This can't be me getting to do this?! His right hand gently -- but firmly -- cupped the back of my head. She started speaking some nonsense and I was in no mood to listen. I wanted to bang her badly tonight. She went inside her bedroom for bringing her phone.I followed her and grabbed her from behind. She said, “No, please leave me, what are you doing?” I was in no mood to leave her. I started kissing on her neck, grabbed her boobs from behind and started squeezing it. She was resisting a bit. I turned her.She looked in my eyes, said, “This is not right,” and placed her head on my chest. I lifted. The girl knocked and then opened the door, motioning for Susan to follow her. Susan wasn’t sure what she was expecting but it wasn’t the large, cheerie room that she walked into. Cathedral ceilings and large picture windows flanking a sliding glass door, gave the room the feeling of light and space. There was little furniture inside but what there was of it was expensive looking. In the rooms center a folding card table had been set up and two plush chairs moved next to it. Besides one of the. The Man did not look like the previous visitors. He was broad shouldered and had a silver beard. He did not go down the row, examining each girls hands and pinching their arms. He walked behind the line first. Each girl felt a strange chill as the man stopped behind them. Madame followed the visitor and made comments about each girl as the man walked behind the row of anxious girls. The man stepped to the front of the row and again walked slowly, looking each girl in the eyes. He stopped at the.