I start by suggesting we order drinks.I am a little nervous too. I am not sure how to start a conversation like this. I’ve come a long way from the ...irl who wasn’t sure how to approach Hulda. And in fact I can take inspiration from her. “So, you are thinking of spending time as my client.”He nods.“But you are nervous.”“It’s that obvious?”“Well your tongue is a little tied up, and your hand was a bit clammy shaking. But I’m cheating. I have skills that give me a really good idea of how someone. I was excited that people liked my work and I became more and more proud of myself with each one that sold. Eventually, I made a decent amount of money from them and I could afford regular food instead of noodles and cheap, pop-in -the-oven pizzas. Recalling chicken flavor packets and thin, burnt crusts made me feel sick. Argh.Returning to living from paycheck to paycheck was not an option and, with the few paintings I had yet to sell, I thought I wouldn't need to go back to that for some time. He came in and said Hi. We just sat there and chatted a bit and then I asked if he would accompany me to the door for a smoke. It was around 10 PM and he asked to come to the door as Sheila since everyone would be asleep now and we were at the end of the train and he would keep watch. Well I didn't mind that. I asked him to go out side and check the coach and wait at the door. I removed my male clothing, adjusted my pads under the top and put some lube on my hole. I picked up my pack of smokes. I turned toward the wall and bent over.He took some oil on his fingers and started lubing my hole with one hand and started stroking my hard cock with the other hand. Very soon, my asspussy was nice and relaxed. He then put the condom on, while I took the bottle, placed the tip of the bottle on my gaping hole and squeezed in a generous amount of oil in. As I took it out, it slowly started coming out. He saw what I did and without wasting any time, he just rammed in his again-hardened dick.As he.