“The money is fine. It’s just…” He searched for the right words. “… well, I feel used.” And that was the crux of it. In voicing his fee...ings, Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than casual liaisons. He wanted a partner, someone to love.“I see”. She paused for a moment while she thought about the problem and then espoused her philosophy. “That feeling is nothing uncommon for us in the sex industry. The trick is to keep our working and private lives separate. I can’t. That was funny, and Frank's first statue of me ended up just like that! Frank never advanced on me, but I still feel his clay-covered hands all over me, when he was verifying shape and form. I still feel the prickling tension in my skin when the clay was drying on me, cracking and peeling. And always when Frank couldn't hide a pretty reasonable erection from me, he pro-mised me, that one day, when I'm old enough, we would make love together, and it would be beautiful! Pity, it never came to. As she came down Jan looked embarrassed, her hand going down to the wet patch on my chest, I pulled her forward kissing her deep and said that was great, then rubbed her juices into my skin, this seemed to relax her and once more she took off riding me harder now than before. Two or three more times her pussy muscle held me firm, then she screamed and let loose gallons of juices, as her pussy ate my cock fully, her nipples now glowed red with all the fiction, her face flushed with sex, looked. She was not a looker at first but these daily dalliances made me look out for her. Also, the fact that a married lady is taking such keen interest in me piqued my interest and aroused me. I started proactively showing myself of while bathing and taking shower for longer duration. The window was at such a height that she could see me only up to my abdomen. I continued this act of not noticing her while taking shower and gave her a good show. One day, I suddenly moved to the window and pulled to.