." she moaned, the need in her voice apparent. Now I understand that a "working girl" like Angel puts on a bit of a show to make the client feel good ...bout their performance, but I'm convinced that wasn't the case this time. We had been together for a couple days now and had played around several times. I was positive that she was genuine in her desire and that she wasn't playing me. Why would she - there was no mention of money at any time during our trip so far.Angel got off my lap and began. I've had a crush on him for about two years now. When I get through the gate, he's lying on the sun lounger in jeans and no top, taking long drags of his joint. I can feel myself getting wet just watching him.He puts on some music and brings out some more alcohol. After an hour or two of smoking joints and drinking we both get a little horny, though neither of us know how to approach each other in that way. Before now, all we'd ever done is talk over the fence. I decide to make the first move. I crouched by the base of the stairs for a while, I could hear Lynette's fitful breathing but I could not see her.After a while, I could see, in the center of the room a dark shape, the cot we'd used before I imagine. On it, there was a darker blob, Lynette, covered by a blanket, lying motionless on the hard surface. She appeared to be sleeping, or at least resting. She whimpered in her sleep, whether from the memories or the residual pains from the tortures she endured, I could not say. I. The point is, I was pretty sure she was about to offer me that ass. It was a quick shower. “I’ll be a little longer than that, dear,” she smiled. “Do you have any candles?” With that she disappeared into the bathroom. I have never figured out what women find to do for 30 minutes in there, but at least I had enough experience to wait 20 minutes before lighting the candles. I called it. Thirty minutes. The door opened and there she was. I wasn’t even aware she had brought anything with her, but.