On turning, he saw that the mystery woman had kicked away the blankets he had covered her with. Although the woman's eyes were still closed, Jethro co...ld see that she was waking - and as much as he tried to stop himself, his eyes followed the woman's hands as she sensually caressed her own body. First, her long red hair - oh, Jethro thought, his breath catching, I could wrap it round my fists, bury my face in it - then her full, luscious breasts. The woman traced lazy circles around her. No, let’s get us a male prostitute. Easy. And he’ll know what he’s doing.”They’d spent weeks planning the scenario, working out arrangements and auditioning their “stud”. The anticipation had been exquisite, and they’d enjoyed some of the wildest, most passionate sex in the interim. Lisa couldn’t help thinking that her suggestion was well worth it, whether they went ahead with the plan or not.And yet here they were, on the couch, with Anita wondering how to kick it all off.The male escort,. "Yes...you are. And you've been a good little slut for me..."She slowly turned to looked me in the eye."I have? I wanted so badly to take your whole cock...did I do good?" It was good. And now you get your reward."Her eyes widened. She began to show signs of normality, as her body began to fidget and squirm."Yesss...please yes, I need it, please..." she whimpered."Go lie down on the bed." I said.She let out a little squeal of delight and walked to the bed, suddenly animated with joy, bouncing. The appeal must have been apparent, because he nervously cleared his throat."Sarah? What were you doing in my bed, just now?"I was completely taken aback by the question."Huh?" I asked, my usual eloquent self."I left you in the spare room. Why did you get into bed with me?"He looked angry, or maybe hurt; my face scrunched up in confusion."Don't you remember?" I asked.It was his turn to look puzzled."It's really the dog's fault, actually. He woke me up and practically dragged me down the.