They had asked for thirty minutes each and she only charged them the going rate for a one-hour session with a single client.The man’s name was David...and he apologetically explained that he and Harriet were not married but they were close friends and it almost felt like they were married most of the time. It certainly didn’t make any difference to her because she was in a great relationship with a married man for the past two years and had no intentions of giving up his wonderful cock just. End of call conservation.He kept mobile on dining table like he was video recording as, now he pulled my panty down and trying to insert his dick into my pussy aaaahh we both moaned.Me: you rascal what you have done take out.Now he pulled out his dick and again inserted again and said me to say again.Me: you rascal what you have done take out.Again he pulled out and said me to repeat my words.I said I will not repeat so he moved his hands on my ass cheeks and touched my ass hole oh my god it. He was wearing a nice, blue striped shirt and khaki pants. He was exactly my type, physically, and I remember the impression that he was very friendly. I only remember bits and pieces of our conversation, but I definitely remember wondering why he was making such an effort to get me drunk as he bought shot after shot of tequila. I remember admiring his ass as he walked back to the bar for more shots one time, and wondering to myself how much longer he'd wait to invite me somewhere more quiet.I. I blushed, or maybe not. It's hard to tell when your throat is full of cock. But it did turn me on, and I was able to open my mouth slightly wider and slide my tongue out under the shaft and onto his balls. Tonguing his balls while his cock was all the way in my throat was probably my second favorite part. It was at this point that I pulled out my phone, pulled up the video camera and handed it to him. This was always the signal that it was time for the home stretch. I bobbed up and down on his.