I smiled seductively. I was wearing what my new client has suggested; a white shirt a size too small, a black silky skirt with a slit up the back and ...lack stockings that just reached the skirt hem. He reminded me of the first older man I had been with. My snatch got wet as I remembered. He was a friend of my fathers; a lecturer at my university. He was middle aged but still handsome and in good shape. He had asked me to stay behind one day after class. He said he had a message from my father. This is where we get spit roasted Janice. You will love it. “These guys are olympic standard sex machines. They come with a money back gaurantee lol. The money has never been returned before so I don't expect this will be different.”“Right guys you are going to get properly dressed now. Janice you do the honours. You know exactly how it should be done.”Janice started with George starting with his tee shirt. It took possibly 30 seconds to take it off. She then kneeled and unbuckled his belt,. ‘Hi John!’ Clarissa – the more spontaneous of the two – said with a smile. ‘Hello,’ I replied and smiled back. ‘Come on in, do you want a glass of wine, or something else? Beer, cider, soda, water?’ ‘Cider is fine thanks.’ She went back to where she came from, probably the kitchen, to bring me the drink. Jenna was still in the room, without saying anything for a while. We just looked at each other smiling. She was so pretty in her short dress with thin straps. The neckline showed a great deal. I feel his finger slide inside and I know that it won't be long before I cum. I keep stroking his cock, loving the feel of it in my hands. I am totally enjoying his administrations. His long fingers that I have imagined many many times fucking my pussy is finally there. My dream come true. My hips are bucking in rhythm of his fingers. I'm squirting cum everywhere. “Breath, Soith,” he says with a chuckle. How in the hell am I to breath with this magic of his??!! Then the damn phone rings. He.