This service may end up in sex but not always. Sometimes the friends will pay me for the service but more often it is a free service. I do enjoy being...an escort as I love showing myself off at these events and I enjoy the sensation of men feeling proud when they show me off at these events.Party Hostess – In the simplest form, as a party host my role is to serve drinks and snacks at Master’s friends’ social events. Master may or may not be there. I would either be clothed in some sexy attire. Her legs quivered as her orgasm hit. I knew this was going to be fun, if just this first kiss brought her off. Now I ran my tongue up the outside of her cunt, around and down the back side. Marty struggled as though to bring my mouth back over her pussy. Now, I flattened my tongue and ran it up and over her cunt lips, coming to rest where her thickened clit protruded from its hood. Again I knew from the way her hands attempted to pull my face into her groin that she liked what I was doing.. ” She blurted out. “You like it. You’re such a big MILF tease. Do you let all your daughters’ friends fuck this wet pussy? You’re so very wet, Mrs. Bell. Been awhile with your husband. When the last time he fucked this pussy? Has he ever seen it this bald and wet before?” I said. She bites her upper lip. “No! He has never seen it with out hair and it’s been 2 years since he has fucked it.” She said.“That a shame. Now I know why you have so many adult toys upstairs.” I said. Then she. "Jeff--you don't understand." "You're not kidding, baby," I said. "What's going on?" I handed her a Kleenex, and she took it gratefully, wiped her eyes, and blew her nose. "You know how I've always wanted to be sexy." "You are. You always were." "But I didn't know that," she sniffed. "Not till you showed me. But ever since I can remember--the girls I most envied--the girls I most wanted to be like--" She stopped and took a deep, unsteady breath. "--were the girls in those magazines, the ones.