I ended up being unceremoniously dumped on the living room couch. ‘Stay there a sec. I have to check on the food.’ And he was gone. I re-evaluated...my injuries, palpating my nose, I decided it wasn’t broken, and it had apparently stopped bleeding. I gingerly felt my ankle, there are guidelines doctors can follow to figure out if something is broken, or merely sprained. I applied them to my own sore joint, and decided it was a sprain, and that I’d probably live. The palms of my hands were also a. I had a much better view now of her tight gusset and hairy flesh, I think she wanted me to rip them off but I had other ideas as I slowly licked up the inside of her thighs, her breathing increased the nearer the top I got and very soon I could feel the warmth and the smell was a mixture of oil and juices. I pressed my face against her gusset as I pushed her legs wide and took a deep sniff as my tongue got busy licking the thin cotton fabric.Her sighs seemed to be getting heavier as my tongue. Then the door opened letting in a little more light as someone entered; the vague shapes took form, there were two and now three guys surrounding a girl lying on the sofa opposite, just feet away.Although the light was bad I could see everything, the guy at her feet reached under her short skirt and pulled down her knickers. He then spread her legs wide and he got between them and pushed himself into her. Up to now I was thinking that the girl was a willing participator, but a whispered comment. But that was not going to put me off trying.I loved the number of different types of people that were escorts on the site I had signed up to. I had added a load of them to my hot list and planned to meet as many as possible.The next one that caught my eye was advertising as an ex Page 3 glamour model aged 36 (My oldest so far). A Page 3 girl was a model that posed topless in the UK tabloids until the 2000s or so.Her profile name was Sexy Holly and had brilliant reviews. There were a few.