"Yes, it's wonderful! Isn't it?" she answered with a grin. "What do you mean wonderful?" I said in anguish, still surprised at my soft feminine voice....Just listen to yourself. You look in the mirror and all you see is a cheap hooker. No one could possibly have the slightest doubt that all you are is a hooker. With those exaggerated proportions, no one can suspect that you are a man trapped in a hooker's body! It's wonderful." Alexandra beamed with delight."Now," she started, "time to hit the. When they reached the station, though, he turned to her, and said, "It's eleven thirty." Yes?" she said, not understanding."It'll take forty minutes to reach your house. Longer for mine." What do you mean?" she asked."If I'm not mistaken, my lady," he said, "your promise was that I'd have my cock in you before it became the fourth."She blushed bright red as she took his meaning.He looked at her with a steady gaze, grinning ever so slightly.Kitka knew she could say no. Eric would never *make*. Naomi collected me and led me up the stairs. She was wearing a baby blue laced g-string, a flimsy, sheer baby-blue teddy (braless) and high heels. As we climbed the stairs, I watched her individual buttock cheeks stagger in tow to every high-heeled mounting of the steps, the partially submerged g-string gently flossing between them. We chatted amiably about what I could expect and she asked me what kind of room I wanted: one with a bed or one with a massage table? I chose the bed, as it seemed. "Shit!" the pudgy voyeur grunted."Hurry up and fuck me!" Ruth moaned."Shit!" Did the fat fucker know any more words?He dropped to his knees behind her, shoved his shorts down, and buried into her cooch. He fucked her hard, making her hanging tits sway back and forth. Ruth grunted, smiled at me, and fucked her hips back into the fat guy."Shit! Shit! Shit!" Oh, my god!" sneered a woman.Two teen girls, maybe sixteen, and a beefy teen boy stood nearby, watching Ruth. The girls had looks of disgust.