"I really don't know. I have an address another client gave me. All I know is they pay big bucks and that's what we're doing it for ... right?'"Right,...absolutely right," Ellie replied. "It's not like we're whores. We're entertainment, High Class entertainment." Hey, don't kid yourself, Ellie. Tonight we're whores, or whatever they want us to be. Almost anything goes, including anal and golden showers."I can do anal, but golden showers?" You can shower after. It's not so bad." So ... like you've. “Hello? Hello? Are you there?”I release your head and you pull off of me and sputter, “Yes. Yes. I’m here. Can you hear me? Must be a bad connection.”You shoot me another disapproving glance as you try to refocus on your client.I move back in front of you and drop down to my knees again. I place my hands on your thighs and bring my face down between your legs. I press my nose against the denim and inhale deeply. I can smell the sweet/spicy scent of your wet pussy through the thick fabric.I. My parents had packed me off down to Cornwall for the long school holidays to stay with my Aunt Isabella and my cousin Bella in their house by the sea, I wasn't really keen on the idea. Just like any other 17 year-old lad, I just wanted to go off biking with my mates, or just kick a football together in the street. Living in the far North I'd not seen these relatives for a couple of years and in that time it came about that my uncle had run off with his secretary leaving my aunt to fend for. " Right, see you tomorrow then."The following morning saw me cleaning up the glass and spew from the foot path. When everything was ship shape I went to my workshop and selected a few bottles of my home brewed beer from my stock. Going through to the patio I racked them in the beer fridge, they should be just right for drinking when the boys came around.Wifey came home at lunch time so I informed her that I would be having visitors later in the day. When I explained what had happened she called.