She held up her cell phone took a picture, laughed and appeared to post it on her cell phone. I waved and rolled my eyes because there was nothing I c...uld do about that.We paid for our food after she left and Rory and I quickly left. She talked me out of buying the second t-shirt. I insisted she wear the shirt I had earned but she refused and said she wouldn’t wear it even if it said Bernie Sanders for President. “You earned it,” she reminded me of her deal to stay naked. I assumed she was. Small only because he stopped right as it was peaking. I said, “I am good, b**st. I have a tight hold. God knows I’m stuck to your cock with that magnificent knot. Do what you want. Give me the ride of my life. Make me love and worship you cock forever. Give me the ride that will define me as your bitch for the rest of our lives.”He started out at a walk down the beach, then went into a trot. Oh my, a trot pushes his cock deeper and gently moves me around on his cock and knot. So nice. But that. As informed earlier my name is Bapi, age 33, unmarried, located in Rourkela, Odisha.So, let me share the true story of my gigolo experience by only changing the name of the person, for the simple reason for her secrecy. By now most of the ladies in Rourkela knows me for my big cock which is 9.5’ inch long. I get many emails from different people from all over the country. One day I got a mail from one lady and she introduced me that she is from Rourkela. We had few mail exchange for some days. The seemingly endless variety has always drawn my attention. There is no such thing as a 'perfect breast' to me. They are all perfect, although I prefer the ones I am allowed to worship in person.This new obsession goes beyond that, and I'm still hoping it won't get me in trouble.It all started with a trip to the restroom, although parts of it had been falling into place for over a year. I work for a small family-owned manufacturing company, and about a year ago, the owner hired one of his.