I noticed a couple of looks that James sent my way, as I worked through the small mountain on my plate.He grinned as said, “Hungry, my lovely wife-t...-be?”I grinned at him. I got the impression that he really liked to call me his wife-to-be’. It was as if he still couldn’t believe that I genuinely was going to make him my first husband as I had promised. “I’m starving, first and only, husband-to-be,” I returned. James looked at me as if he was wondering if I was taking the piss out of him. I. He sucked me. I was getting impatient now. I pulled him up and turned him around. He spread his cheeks.‘Uggh,’ I groaned. Cum sprayed all over his ass.I rubbed it in, ‘It’s a great moisturizer,’ I chuckled.I pushed him up on the wall and shoved my cock up. I wanted all of my cock up his ass this time. And I wasn’t taking no for an answer.I fucked him to the wall. I heard his groans and moans.I fucked him harder and harder.I pushed more of my cock into his ass.He gasped as a quarter more went. .. just saying. (lol). I have a friend who is a male escort in London - if he had the energy he could see 3 women a day - every day of the year - men take note of this too.Lots of men I have been with just like the intamacy of a women - a clean, well dressed, sexy women, who looks after her body. (reverse that for women!!)I have met guys who told me that their wives hated any sexual contact, they had never seen them naked and the only sex was when she wanted a c***d and even then under the. As she waited for her turn Savita heard loud arguments from inside the office.“You are not cut out for this work Smita. There are too many complaints about you” said the old man.Immediately Savita thought of Smita her competitor at the beauty pageant and she knew that this would not be a good affair.The argument carried on for a while. Every comment and every insult Smita through at the old man could be heard by Savita outside in the waiting area.Suddenly the door flew open and Smita stormed.