Bob sat on a large boxy cushion making no effort to hide his erection. Becki noticed this room also had an oddly mirrored wall and wondered who was wa...ching this time. Clearly she was not wearing the thong, but Bob played along, "Lift up that scarf" he ordered, and kissed the undersides of her breasts just to be sure it was not hidden there. "Turn around" and licked all down Becki's spine and between her bum cheeks, "So where is it?" he demanded.Becki giggled and coyly stoked her pussy where a. “No, I don’t sleep with clients.” “Why not?” “Because it’s bad for business.” “Really? I bet you’re afraid of what I can do.” “Afraid, no.” Curious, yes, I thought to myself. “Howard is the only man I’ve ever been with.” She was killing me. “That’s very admirable.” “We started dating when I was twenty-one. I’m twenty-six now.” Close. “And he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. I want more. I want you.” She leaned down and kissed me. There was some body english on it and I was impressed. Her. My eyes were shining at him when I turned back to suck him off till the last drop. I gave my best to force my throat to accept his shaft for the last time, against the shivers all over me and the legs that couldn’t hold anymore. The seeds joyfully ran down into my stomach for waste. I longed for hugs, smiles and flirting. Stan didn’t even look at me after I was done with my job. He only took his way to the bathroom. I covered myself with a quilt waiting for my turn. He showered, and, without. Nothing to look forward to and nothing excited me. Sex was boring, normal, casual and consisted of one-night stands. Maybe it was the conversation that accompanied the sex, I don’t know.I used to frequent pubs that were classy and where you hoped to meet some high-flying executive that could shower you with presents but now, I prefer the normal pubs where you meet everyday sort of people. People that want to talk to you and not just look down your cleavage or up your skirt. I don’t even dress.