It was tighter, hotter and Carrie gave a gut wrenching groan as she sat down on me. she lifter herself up and let gravity pull her down. my dick was d...ep in her as i sat back with eyes closed to enjoy the pleasure. her groans became deeper. she cursed out load calling a mother fucker. this was different. Carrie had never cursed at me in any manner. something was different.i leaned further back and was trying to caress her asshole with my thumb.....i couldn't find it. i leaned back further as. But we both needed it. It was win-win. Wasn't it better that he use me than a random happy ending masseuse? "So, uh...I missed your birthday last week. How about I give you a special...present? Our little secret? No more blue balls for you." I can't, Lisa. Rebecca..."I unzipped his jeans and reached in. The entrancing aroma of arousal and semen poured out. His moist, sticky manhood was still dormant, deflated and flaccid. "Rebecca's not here, and she's not doing her job. If she's not going to. ‘I like risotto, but the chef’s special sounds great. I’ll try the risotto next time.’ She smiled at Pete. ‘One to Ben,’ Nik chimed in. ‘Gotta let him win a point now and then, he’s not pretty when he pouts, unlike Wah-Wah,’ Pete chuckled. ‘Pffft, you wish you were this pretty,’ Ben countered rolling his eyes. ‘So you felt you needed a chaperone?’ Ben asked Peri. ‘Let’s just say I am more comfortable getting to know you all in a small group rather than one on one,’ Peri tried to shrug off the. " I replied.''Just remember, he is an escort." Darius pointed out. "He's a professional at this."He was right, but last night had seemed different. Firstly - no cash had crossed hands and he'd allowed me to stay the night at his, then dropped me off this morning. Yes, last night something had shifted, I was convinced of it. The beer had worked its magic so I confessed all this to Darius.I told him about how Othello had invited me over, made a real effort that felt like a romantic date night,.