I pulled my jeans on. Meanwhile, she got dressed herself."Good! Now don't forget to zip and close them!"I did as I was told... the result was that the...jeans were getting tighter, thus pressing the shit even more intensely at my ass."Now let's repeat our walk from last week!"She walked out of the room, and all I could do was following her. I accelerated my pace to catch up with her."Are we doing the walk as last week?" Yes, we are.... as I said, we'll just repeat it."So we went up to the 3rd. The woman's name meant 'Rose' in English and that was what she had chosen to be called.I put the clothes down on the counter and Rose quickly counted them "One, two, t'ree, fo', shirt. One pair pants." Teh shirts were Oxford broadcloth in various pale colors, the pants were navy slacks of heavy cotton. She smiled at me, my order varied only a little from week to week and they always had everything ready for me on Saturday afternoon.I pulled another shirt up, "This one came back with a little. She asked me to stop when it became too sensitive.After that, she said: "Your turn" and asked me to lie on my back. She spread my legs and knelt in front of me. She was very beautiful, her small tits, flat stomach, her clean shaved pussy. She started to stroke my cock. Ah it felt good! While slowly masturbating me, she lubricated her left middle finger with saliva and slid it in my rectum. She pressed and massages my prostate. She really knew how to please a man. I could not resist more than 5. I was on my way.When he opened the door, he was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He looked like he was a banker or something. He obviously worked out. "Hey," he said. "I'm Steve. Do you want to do a shot?"We did three, and then I followed him into the living room. It was dark except for the glow from the large flat-screen TV. I'd never done this before, but he seemed to know what he was doing. "Take your pants off and have a seat on the couch. I'll put on my favorite video."I did as I was told. He.