There was something about her now that fought against the idea of retiring to the bedroom and making love. She wanted excitement.At 4:30, Hayley retur...ed to the house with her friend, Sandy, a lady who lived in an adjacent neighborhood and who Hayley paid as a personal trainer. It wasn't that exercise was so difficult; it was just hard to make herself do it sometimes. And her friend had helped that by making her feel guilty if she didn't show. Over the months, they had shared a bit about each. I rang the bell and stood restlessly, a little nervous perhaps. A speaker on the door frame crackled to life. "Yes, ... can I help you?" came the confident and professional voice of a young woman. I explained I was referred from my usual studio and that Julie had sent me. Her tone softened as she invited me to come right in. The door buzzed and I stepped inside. The room was dark, with only a small lamp on beside a waiting bench and several tea lights illuminating the counter and cash register.. Me: Nahi tum so jaogi abhi chalo.Manisha: Yaar samjho na, tum chalo main aa rahi hu.Me: Aisa kya hai jo tum abhi nahi aa sakti?Manisha: I am not wearing clothes, idiot.Me: What! Ok ok. Tum aao par zada time nahi lagana.After 2-3 minutes Manish came and she was in a t-shirt and boxer. I am dam sure there was no bra and panty.Me: Wow you are looking stunning. Maza aa gaya aise dekh kar.Manisha: Hahaha ye to kuch bhi nahi. (with a wink)Me: No doubt in that, your highness.Manisha: Oho kya baat.. Debbie smelled the sickening aroma of urine and stale wine as her nose was rubbed along his fly. She had no choice but to fumble with his belt and zipper and lower the filthy pants. Standing boldly from a mat of wiry black public hair was a long but narrow, limp cock. The head was very dark and covered by loose skin. Debbie had never seen a foreskin covering on a cock before. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it. The rarely washed cock grew and as the skin stretched out an even worse.