He pumped him hard and stiffened as he came. He flexed a few more times as he emptied into Kyle. Kyle gripped him hard each time and groaned as well a... he butt-came as Sean shot into him. Sean finally pulled out and sat back on his arse.“Thanks, that was intense. This bloody wizard thing has a weird effect on me, Kyle. It seems I’m happy to fuck just about anyone these days.”Kyle laughed as he lay on his back, “Imagine being me, I was bad enough before.”Sean nodded in understanding. Kyle was. His question was, "do you wear guy's underwear under your girl clothes?" I said, "no if I dress I dress all the way in bustier and panties." I thought that was it and we would be out of here in a second. But then he said, "show me." I said, "excuse me?" He said, "I want to see what's under your clothes." Now I'm thinking he is going to see my hard clit that might be pocking out of my panties, so I started to lift my skirt, and he said, "no take the blouse off and drop the skirt." I said, "you. "Don’t be too long though, will you?” she pouted a small kiss to me and looked at me, waiting for a response. “I’m sorry.” I smiled and nodded, trying to be sensitive to her needs but impatient to solve the problem I had and I'm slightly ashamed to say that I felt ever-so slightly irritated by her interruption. My acknowledgement seemed to be enough though and she turned on her heel and left. I turned back to the papers spread across my lap and the small table beside me, frowning as I tried. I had no pretense to dignity.Habbie came walking out of his little shower roomcasually dressed in sweat pants and tee shirt,speaking in Arabic on his cell phone.I hated the sick hairy mtherfcker yet I lay theregazing at him like a satisfied lover.“You're back in business, my little whore” hesaid very businesslike and domineering.He sat in his chair and we talked business.Only 'respectable' clientele, no rough stuff, condoms always.Habbie had lined up a dozen clients by weeks end andmany more in.