He: (playing with my pussy by sliding his fingers on my juicy wet pussy.)am discovering aunty are u enjoying babe?Me: mmmmm aaatttt mooosstt( shiverin....)He: with his middle finger he started doing fingering to me.Me:(moaning) ahaaaaa ahaaa babe tare it babe I cant control.He: not at all speaking but just doing his job.After 10-15 min of giving a blowjob.He:(trying to come out.)Me:(shaking my body) babe pleassseeee ddooonnttt mmmmm cooommeee oouutttt, suuucckkk iittt harrderrrr babbeeee, mmm. Spasm after spasm – jolt after jolt. You drained my cock of every drop that it had to offer. I sat down on the floor, exhausted by your Master-like skills. As you stood up, you licked your lips and smiled. You winked, as you walked out of the cooler. When you reached the door, you turned around and whispered, ‘You owe me’.HER:And ‘owe me’ he does. As I leave the restaurant I am smirking at the thoughts of him going back to work, serving customers, and knowing that he is completely spent. His skin was soft; he had a soft kind face with full lips and a straight nose. His kind brown eyes made the girls melt and if that didn’t do it his long eye lashes did. He was a sharp dresser and spent most of the money he made at his weekend job on clothes. He didn’t have much of facial hair so he kept his face clean shaved and even used skin creams, which I thought was hilarious.Anyway, that day I was lying on my sunbed watching him. He was a few feet away on his back with his sun glasses on. He would fly from Manchester, while Sally would make her way from her last job, the London to Istanbul flight. They would meet at the airport. It would be wonderful. Sally was certain of it.She'd arranged everything for him, including (and this perhaps with other passengers in mind) the isolation of his fevered pessimism. The scheduled jumbo had a small first class compartment of which he was the only occupant (it was midweek as well as being February and way outside the holiday season). Since.