"Cynthia lived in an upscale condo with an Olympic sized swimming pool directly behind it. I thought that if most of the escorts had similar places, I...was in the wrong line of work.A girl wearing workout clothes answered the door. "Hi, you must be Trudy. Constance called to let us know you were coming over. I'm Priscilla," she said, stepping aside to let me enter. From what I could see of the condo during Priscilla's quick tour, it was almost as nice as the company's office.Priscilla led me. . would people think she’s having a rebound if they saw me go into her room? Wait! They don’t know she’s single ... will they think she’s cheating? What if she’s NOT single and the boyfriend is still in the picture?”A hopeful heart plummeted back into the depths from whence it came. Of course he wanted this beautiful stranger to be happy. But why did the thought of her still with her boyfriend make him so sad? He barely knew the chick so why was he so fucking attached already?The elevator doors. At home, in a public toilet, even at work. Sometimes this primal, almost aniimalistic feeling overcomes me and shooting my load is all I can and want to think of. It doesn't need much to get me into this situations. A fat ass pressed in tight jeans jiggling in front of me while walking to the next supermarket or thinking about my hot MILF co-worker who is sitting next door. In those moments I literally want to grab my dick and have some fun with it!Anyways, jerking off is something very. I'd been drumming my fingers on my thigh while we drove, but realized I wasn't nearly as nervous as I had been during my last visit. I was sure that some of my calm was due to Summer's presence. But most, I realized, was because I knew that I wasn't going to have to face rejection inside. I wasn't looking to get laid and so it didn't matter if the women inside pulled back in disgust at the sight of me or not. Not caring was surprisingly comforting.None of the women recoiled. In fact, they.