"What are you doing here?"He reached over and began rolling my left nipple between his fingers and said, "Trying to make points."My breasts are very s...nsitive and I moaned and said, "Well that's certainly one way of doing it."After a little mutual head and a slow leisurely fuck Dion took me out to breakfast. Over coffee I asked, "So, what's the deal with trying to make points?" I'm trying to make points because I think that you would be a perfect fit for me." How's that?" Just that the perfect. I post my stories only with the permission of my clients,other wise that will be within me & my client.This is another story where this lady named (vidhya) mailed me by reading my previous stories & asked to satisfy her.Those who haven’t gone through my stories,please click on my name & you can read my stories.So guys not wasting your time anymore,lets get back to our story.One day while I was chatting with my clients(sex chat),i got a mail asking whether I provide gigolo service in Bangalore?&. “What?” “Start it over so they can’t hear us!” I demanded. He slid a hand off of my hip, started the washer up again and then slid it back on. The room was getting even hotter and sweat was all over my face, neck and breasts. I needed out. But this was too good. He then turned me around, sat me on the counter top and seductively spread my legs. I propped my left up on the window sill and held my right up. Sliding into me, he deeply kissed me with his lusciously pouty lips and gripped my. I raised it enough to slip my hand into her cunt. I started fingering her. I found the clitoris and rubbed it. It took her by surprise. She came to her senses only a bit later.She told “Rahul what are you doing? Are you mad? My husband is sleeping in the next room he could hear us.” She tried moving my hand away but cannot overcome my force.I replied “I don’t care. Fucking you was all I can think of. You cannot leave me just like that. I am mad about you. I love you. Please don’t stop me from.