I’m going to give all this information to the FBI, because this is all interstate stuff and should be followed up on. Do you feel comfortable to fly...the real customer?”I will know when I meet them. I’m going to call to confirm when and where I will meet them. I can fly into Burbank and park there overnight. I’ll use my electric razor and be fairly fresh looking in the morning. I have an extra shirt with me if this one begins to look or smell bad.The customer sounded excited to be going to the. We already know that no one man can handle you, and I don't want to share you. No matter what we do, someone's going to be unhappy."She rolled onto her back, keeping her head in my lap (how did she do that, in my little Datsun? It had bucket seats, for God's sake!) and started to gently masturbate, using my fingers. "I've thought about that, a lot, the last couple of days. I can't think of anything better than this, what we've got now. I can't control it. I need someone else to. Master, I need. I smiled back at her, thinking, Damn, I’d like a piece of that. My cock, having a mind of its own, agreed wholeheartedly.She smiled again, seeing the obvious bulge in my trousers and parted her thighs. I could almost smell the scent of her arousal over the aroma of the expensive perfume she was wearing.Bill’s voice broke my concentration when he said, “Izzy, you slut, haven’t you been fucked enough tonight?”I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and quickly rose to go to the. I didn't even know that existed until she gave me my first one. I suppose orgasm isn't the perfect word for it as there is no ejaculation. However, it is so intense and it sweeps across my whole body. I can't think of another word to properly describe it. I can only assume that most men are totally unaware of how many nerve ends surround their asses. She knows exactly the right spot to massage. During her hand jobs, she rubs my asshole sometimes giving me 10 or more orgasms. It is exhausting.