I can barely stand up. I kiss and bite at your belly, and my hands each take hold of your breasts. I back away and your hand guides my cock into your ...outh again. I press into your mouth, with your hand wrapped around my base controlling the progress. Your other hand is completely wrapped around my balls, keeping enough pressure on them, making them ache. After a few pumps, you pull your mouth off me. ‘Like this?’ you ask. And you take my shaft into your mouth again, this time your hand reaches. Adam asked bright, genuine questions about me rather than simply talking about himself. But more than that, he actually listened to my answers, as if he viewed me as a new and interesting friend to be discovered and enjoyed rather than a captive audience or a lucrative client.Any girl reading this will immediately know what I mean.Okay, we didn’t have the same educational background or come from the same income tier, but it didn’t matter. I’m sure his strong Manchester accent would have grated. He introduced me to new erogenous zones - my neck, ears, and thighs. My ecstasy reached never-before heights beneath his skilled hands and mouth.He knew when it was time to make love to me. His experience told him when my body was ready. To my surprise, there was no pain. There had always been pain with intercourse. I supposed some part of me had always refused to open up, knowing something unfulfilling was trying to penetrate me. My body had responded to what my soul knew. Now it knew I was. By 10 pm I was paying thetab and the girls were re-assembling themselves for the walk back towardOld Montreal and a special wine bar they'd found earlier in theafternoon. The fair weather together with the past feast prompted thedecision to move the four blocks via foot.We entered the Chinatown area with quite a few other pedestrians aroundbut as we turned south we were almost alone on a narrow block. Aboutmidway down the block I was surprised to receive a call from a pastclient, or so I.