She was hot and wet so I started stroking her with two fingers while watching her eyes. Erin shuddered, sucked in a deep breath then collapsed back on...the bed. When she was flat on her back I pressed the end of my middle finger into the entrance of her body. Her legs jerked, she rolled her head to the side and grunted “Uh”. I pressed as far into her as I could slowly but she didn’t cry out. I pumped my hand, stroking six or seven times to get her wetter then pulled my finger out of her and. Occasionally one was so inept (immediately evident) that I'd pull out, zip up, and send her off with the base rate and a polite thank you. These women would never se the inside my car again.Most were spitters, but there were a few surprising women who wouldn't give up my cock until they had every drop of cum down their throats. These women were rare and usually short timers on the Avenue.About three months into my twice weekly prowls, I stopped for a lanky, short haired, plain looking blond. I guess you were able to hide them as well as the ones on your tits! ‘I’m still shaky! We can never do anything like this again! This could have been a catastrophe! No, the marks are really not a problem and the bruising didn’t hurt. We both got carried away – just like we did a few minutes ago! Now, I’d better go home.’ ‘Ok, but there’s one thing that has changed.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘You’re now a fixture – you’ve been screwed on a desk! And I’ll think about it every time I see you sitting behind. 'You've got that right son.''Maybe you can help me with something.' He continued.'If I can, then of course.''I'm already bored of being at home. I looked forward to an early retirement but didn't expect to be alone. I need something to do. I've thought about returning to work but that wouldn't be fair on my daughter, who has done an excellent job; so far at least.'When I didn't comment he carried on. 'So I've decided to do something else, maybe start a small specialist company. It would still.