. I say palace because I never deserved such a beautiful posh lifestyle.. I'm so proud of my working skills, so I guess I deserved it.. I used my mout... you might say... I began my "job" when I first began frequenting bars, I would go into the men's room and I guess flirt with the fellow patrons... I never thought I was gay the first time I actual did anything was with a studly older man and his younger lady friend... I found out she wasn't as much of a woman as I thought and I was so entirely. There is a small balcony in their house where they always put the laundry cloth to dry.I saw some clothes were hanging over there. Her sister’s panties and bras also were there. I start to enjoy the collection of colors she has there. There was pink, red, purple and more. I start to imagine which one will she wears tomorrow. My dick starts to get harder inside. Mine is 4inches only. I went to the separate bathroom and change into shorts and went to sleep imagining her sister Reena. My wife. I step back, watching her as she slowly slides down the wall. I unlock the door and walk out, leaving Holly to pull her jeans and knickers up in front of the crowd of girls waitng to use the cubicle.As I walk out of the bar, I phone Vicky.“Hello darling, I’ll be at yours in ten minutes.”Without giving her a chance to say much more than okay, I hang up and flag down a taxi.I sit in the back of the cab and sniff my fingers as I travel to her flat.She answers the door without me needing to buzz. .I’m leaking.’ was all her horny brain, submerged in pleasure, could manage. Darius brought up his fingers to her mouth, and she opened her rosy lips and sucked. A tangy but sweet flavour greeted her taste buds, and she ran her tongue all along his digits to receive every sticky drop.She is so fucking hot Darius thought, running his free hand through her hair. Perhaps I should just take her right now...But Darius resisted his urges. By the end of the day she would be wetter than ever, and then.