"Yes?" I said, trying to sound innocent.After a moment, she smiled, slightly. "Are you sure that's really what you wanted to ask me?" What I really wa...ted?" I echoed. "What else would I ask you?"Miss Roberts got up from her chair and circled the desk to stand in front of me. My heart was beating so loudly I thought she must be able to hear it. She stood looking down at me -- she was about two inches taller -- with an amused expression, then tilted my chin up and gave me a soft, teasing kiss."I. She was probably around 28-30yrs old, good figure, slightly plump may be, was wearing designer saree of red-green combo and was partially exposing her whitish tummy btw hip and saree. The figure was mostly 38-28-38. Too sexy and curvy. My eyes were tempted to scan her as she started talking very intimidating about her husband health etc. I was like trying to control the urge but twice or thrice just scanned her in a hurry as it’s difficult to do that with the patient. Now I asked her to sit on. That experience set me on course for selling my body for money, I loved sex, so why not get paid for it.3), Exerts from my sexual diary. See how a girl really fucks when she is free to do so.I walked into the hotel, I have a strut of confidence for a girl of sixteen, but I know I look older, my makeup adds years to my appearance, and my passport will show my client he is messing with dynamite, this is why he paying a premium, I told him I was a virgin and wanted money to buy stuff. I was. I like real grown-up women.”“Are you serious?” she asked happily. I could tell be looking at her face that my remark had an immediate effect on her.“Of course I’m serious,” I said, “otherwise I wouldn’t say something like that.”“Do you find me attractive?” was her next question.“Sure,” I said and Paula got up from her chair. She put her hands on her thighs, pulled her dress up a little and turned around, giving me a good look at her generous buttocks and thighs. She turned to me again and said,.