You look up at me and smile before plunging back down on my big rod. You fuck me long and deep with your mouth, feeling my precum become thicker and t...icker.Suddenly you feel my balls contract and my cock explodes, sending jet after jet of hot sticky cum down the back of your throat. There's so much, but you manage to swallow it all.Eventually you sit back on your heels, breathing heavily and watching my own chest rise and fall as I pant with post-orgasmic satisfaction.You wipe the back of one. 'She seemed a bit bothered about something, but rushed out of the roombefore I could say anything else.I looked around the room. It was a nice bright airy room and the bed Iwas in was huge. Before I could take anything else in, Nicola's Mumcame into the room and sat down on the bed.'Hi, Katie. How do you feel, dear?'A bit weak and my head hurts a bit.''Not surprising really. How did you get that bite on the leg?''I think I was bitten by something.''Well, luckily for you, my husbands a doctor. Once I got there, I opened the door, hung my coat, and put down my bag. The hotel room was a suite. There was music playing and my customer entered the room. To my horror and shock it was the Reverend of our church. Reverend Michael was my customer. He is an older man. He is probably about fifty five years old. He's also married to a very conservative wife. I wonder what she would think of him buying an escort for sex. I wonder whose money he is using to buy this hotel room. I wonder if it's. " After all these years, you still haven't learned to be modest," he said, sadly. "And to think, I used to have such high hopes for you." Sorry to disappoint," I said, attempting to console him. "If it's any consolation, I don't have much --," Much? Much of what... ? Can't you put together a coherent sentence? And you call yourself a writer..." Darn it, Father Time... , you didn't let me finish my sentence. I was trying to tell you... , they're making me pay cash..." What'd I tell you about.