Then she took my offered hand and I told her my name and she hers. I knew the name Betty-Lou was not real, few of my clients used a real name. And I d...dn't us mine either, going by Julian.I sat across from her at the small round table and began an animated conversation with her. This part of the job was perhaps the easiest. If a woman was feeling neglected or saddened with her lot in life, she is most thrilled with the pleasure of a man openly talking with her. Sex did not come into the picture. “You can wear a robe or a t-shirt only and carry only your room key.”She had on a hotel robe and carried only her key. She said that one of the VPs from the New York office had overheard her howling out orgasms the night before and basically, black mailed her into giving him a blowjob. She didn’t let her fuck him but she did perform oral sex. I told her that we all made decisions and lived with the consequences. She offered to be my slut for the night and in the morning. They were staying until. However, it wasn't long before Amanda started to argue with Carrie. Jodie held herself back for a while but after one particular exchange insisted, "That was uncalled for Amanda; apologise to Carrie immediately." Amanda was incensed and as was so usual could not control herself. She threw what could only be described as a teenage tantrum; she stamped her foot and replied rudely with a simple, "No." Jodie looked around and saw little signs of surprise on the faces of Amanda's friends. Amanda had. .. ", she whispered, her wide young eyes glued to the junction of her mother's frothy, pink-lipped cunt, and her father's pistoning prick. The youngster's hips writhed and twisted as she finger-fucked herself to the rhythm of her parent's noisy coupling, moving her cunt in tight, sharp little circles as she had when Russ had jammed his stiff young prong deep into her virgin cunt for the first time. In the heated lust of her approaching climax, Cindy closed her eyes and imagined it was her.