Her hands were now sub-consciously and rhythmically massaging my lower back. “But ... we take extra tip for extra services.” she said in a hesitan... tone.“Extra services like what didi?” I asked in an innocent voice.She paused in her massage briefly, as if debating how to tell me, and then resuming the massage, said “Extra services like handshake or frenchie, Jignesh bhai.” My cock lurched on hearing these crude words. I knew fully well that a “handshake” meant a handjob, while a “frenchie”. He grabbed my hand and guided me to the bed. I just closed my eyes and felt his soft hands taking my clothes off my body.Soon I felt I was totally naked, just standing on my high sandals.I was fuzzy; but I could feel the wetness in my crotch.The guy smiled at me and purred in my ear he would take good care of me.As he touched my bare skin, I momentarily was lost in the smell of his body fragrance. He smelled sex and sweat; both odors I loved mostly…My loving husband Victor was in my head so I. Her moaning getting louder as I nibbled and pulled them. One hand moved down her flat belly to her lightly haired crouch. Izzy's legs opened for me and my fingers found her pussy lips swollen and already wet. Running a finger between her lips and back up to her clitoris her whole body jerked.My fingers soaked by her juice I slipped one then two inside her surprisingly tight pussy. With my hand pressed hard against her clit I rubbed and probed hard and fast. In no time she was writhing as her. “There’s nothing to find, you made sure of that yourself,” I grinned, getting an answering slight smile from him. “Plus I’m going to be very entertained by what Kirim will do to the first newsie to ask her an impertinent question.”“Yes, that should be interesting; I took the liberty of warning her.”“Thank you, my friend.”“Just expect them to play fast and dirty with your life over the next planetary cycle.”“Will cost them greatly if they lie,” I shrugged.“Yes, though I don’t think that will.