He had hopes of a beautiful woman, a vision of loveliness, being on the other side of the door. He always hoped for this, every time there was a knock...on his door, but, as usual, he was disappointed.Standing at the door waiting to be admitted was an elderly man, short, fat, and bald. "Must be a potential client," thought Stan as he invited the man into his suite. "I am Stanly Bromly. What can I do for you, sir?" Stan asked as he directed the man to a comfortable chair. "May I offer you a cigar. What he didn’t realizewas that the best was yet to come. After a few seconds, the screen came aliveagain. This time it was a sharp and clear videoimage. The naked woman in this new feature wasmuch more easily identifiable as Diane Fitzgerald.Her hair was cut much shorter and styled similar tothe way she now wore it. She was still a lot slimmerthat the woman who’d spent so much time giving himemergency phone numbers a few short hours before.The small date and time in the television corner. “I suppose...” My tip pressed against her entrance, and it took everything in my power not to delve in immediately. She was so fucking wet, and she smelled so good it made me a little dizzy, “I'll just have to invade your personal space too...intimately.” Her leg fell away from my hip and I planted a kiss between her breasts, my fingers dancing on the inside of her thigh, teasing, but not quite committing. Her breaths were shallow as I simultaneously sucked a nipple into my mouth and plunged a. ” “Maybe we should get our girls to wear one.” I smiled to myself, thinking about Karen. “I thought that you got me up here to fuck me Mr Moore.” He didn’t answer me; instead he flipped me over again and pulled me up onto my knees. It was a good job that my pussy was well self-lubricated as he dropped his trousers and thrust deep into me in one fast move. I gasped and then felt his hands grabbing and squeezing my little tits. About 10 thrusts later, he squeezed my tits so hard that they hurt.