If I were selling you to everyone, or making money from them touching you, then, yes, that would be prostitution. But if you do it voluntarily, and fo... the fun of being naked and having sex, then how is that different from just being at a party somewhere?"She looked at me sideways, and replied, "You must go to some really interesting parties." Most of them are right here in the 'house, during regular hours. Trust me, we even have customers that come in and dance on the stage for an hour, then. Private little table to ourselves, candles, wine, and four course meal. She brought me home and kissed me passionately. She knows I haven't been with a woman before so she told me she wanted to take things slow. I was a little disappointed though, while I was getting ready for tonight I had gotten so wet with anticipation of what might happen afterwards I stayed wet all throughout dinner. I hope she hadn't notice me shifting a lot in my seat, I couldn't help but rub my legs together trying to. Gradually he increased the pressure expertly massaging her body in the way that she loved. Donna cooed softly as his hands stroked and kneaded her flesh. Beneath the blindfold, she shed several hidden tears of joy and appreciation. After rubbing down her entire body, he stopped to prepare the next taste. Squeezing his cock he pressed upward on the shaft, releasing a dollop of precum. Carefully placing it on his finger, he rubbed it on Donna's waiting lips. Slurping it in with her tongue, she. We both laughed until it hurt. When we stopped laughing he looked me in the eyes. I saw lust in his eyes. I then realized that I had feelings for him. I reached up to him and kissed his lips. They were so warm and soft. He kissed me back. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. I got on top of him and stuck my tongue deep in his mouth. He stopped kissing me for a second. ‘I love you Kaitlyn. I have for a long time. I’ve wanted this for so long.’ I replied by kissing him again. I slowly started grinding.