I turned."Don't move!" came the command in perfect English, "F.B.I."I looked the man up and down in his black suit and white shirt. His Asian face was...emotionless. He was my height with a trim build, but the suit stood out because it fit him so well. His suits fit better than my suits ever did and I paid decent money in department stores. The incongruity clicked in my head.I dropped the bags beside me and calmly challenged, "You're not the F.B.I."He smiled and then went into an attack stance.. I slowly worked my way in and out, stretching it, going deeper each time. Finally I had worked my way balls deep. I picked up the pace and started slamming her faster and harder. My ball slapping against her clit. "Oh fuck, just like that. Fuck me hard.. Oh fuck! Mmmmm fuck me harder!" Bambi yelled.I was fucking her as fast and hard as I could. My cock was soaked and gliding in and out with no friction. My legs began to numb and my cock was beginning to harden to the point I ready to cum."Cum. My first thought was to sit down and turn on the TV but Mia's brand new white sofa and the large window in the living room made me reconsider. So I walked into the kitchen and started washing the stack of dishes in the sink. When Mia returned she commented on my doing the dishes, telling me to start the prep for dinner when I was finished, smacking my bare bum with her hand.Mia walked into the living room sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. With dinner on the go and a spotless kitchen I. I'd always thought that made me a true pervert and never told anyone before.Same with cash.Girls that make arrangements for cash are just too cool.Not bad, not slutty, not prostitutes.Just awesomely cool and sexy for doing it.Why shouldn't every girl have that option?I couldn't believe this.So I told her all this and added,"If you were my girl, I'd be honored to see you do a party and get paid for it. Only the best would be asked to do one anyway."She just looked at me."Really?" Yes. You're.