I realized my cumming had triggered her orgasm as well. It seemed like a long minute and 7 or 8 spurts before I finished.We lay there a few minutes ca...rassing each other. I thanked her for staying on the couch and for letting me cum in her. She simply kissed me in reply. While still basking in the afterglow, we heard footsteps on the stairs. Oh shit, my roomate, Sandy said. She pushed me off and as my cock slipped out I could see the cum run out and down her ass crack and begin to pool on the. "Yeah tips," she said. "The basic pay is quite low but you make most of your money from tips. The more the punter's like you the more you'll make." Oh," I said, "like how much?"It was the most important question that I had wanted to ask."A young good looking girl like you will make a mint," she laughed. "Why don't you stand up and show me what you've got?" What now?" I whispered going all hot."Yeah sure," she laughed, "it's just us girlies here. Better for you to get used to being naked in. Her eyes were red. She looked exhausted. Her clothes were wrinkled. She looked like she needed a hug and a blood transfusion.Before she could say a word, he pointed. "Git. Go on, go get cleaned up."She nodded, dropped her briefcase on the floor and walked to the bathroom.He could almost hear her sigh. He hit play and let Beethoven 3rd Symphony fill the apartment.After 15 minutes, he paused the CD and called out, "Dinner is ready."She walked in wearing a robe. She walked to him, wrapped her arms. He dropped down in front of her, taking fistfuls of silver hair that he brought to his face, inhaling deeply. He growled at the telltale scent of lingering musk that was on her. She was trembling, uncertain. “Richard, you're always gone so long... I'm sorry.. I just...” She was pleading, but his stoney expression silenced her. There was nothing but the sound of the lawnmower next door as he knocked her, un-gently, to the floor. Inside his pants his cock was straining, harder than it had ever.