"Money first." This was no fantasy, this was business and that's exactly how she played it. She dropped to her knees; it was obvious he'd being workin... outdoors all day ! She pulled his zipper the rest of the way down till she could see the piss stains on his white underpants. His cock was on the small side but getting harder all the time. She peeled back its generous foreskin to reveal the head. There was a strong scent of piss and the dirty bastard had white, waxy smeg all around the rim.She. "Baby, stop," I plead, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation. "Please." He whines but obeys, releasing me with a final flick of his tongue. I sit up and tug at his shirt, and he rises to meet me, grabbing handfuls of my hair as he kisses me. I get hold of his hips and pull them toward me, then push on his chest until he stands up. I'm still breathing hard when I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his belly. He moans softly and presses his pelvis forward, massaging my hair with. Turning to one side, she looked over her shoulder. The back of the jeans was high enough to keep them from falling off but low enough to show the top of her butt. She turned to the front. Kara had been topless and her c-cup breasts stood out proudly from her thirty-four inch rib cage. A deliciously bare abdomen would be left by almost any top. There was at least five inches from her belly button to the top of the jeans. “That'll attract attention,” she had thought, licking her lips. Kara had. While Andréa was sucking my cock this time the phone rang. Mark picked it up and told the person on the other end that I was busy and would be there in a minute. I traded Mark places and found that it was the hot little desk clerk calling. She said “I would like to bring a bottle of whiskey and a couple friends up if that’s alright.”“Sure,” I said, “that will be fine.”“Do you have a whore up there with you, I had a woman come to the desk that sure looked like a whore, ask where your room is and.