I did not want to ask Scoby directly, but as event's unfolded I decided to have a stab in the dark. My next door neighbour would also by the end of th...s story be 'stabbing' in the dark.Read on..................The one real big advantage of being in my line of work means that you can live quite luxuriously, in a nice big house in the country. The down side of this though is simply that a lot of banks and building society's are not prepared to offer a 'sex worker' a mortgage. Believe me I have. I stepped back from the conference room table and allowed my trousers to fall to the floor. Yvonne slid off the table and knelt in front of me. She pulled my boxer shorts down, freeing my eight inch cock from its confines. She took my cock in her hand and then proceeded to inspect it. She rubbed her thumb up and down the length of my shaft and lightly squeezed the backside, right where my foreskin usually folded. She placed the tip end of it into her mouth and looked up at me. I nodded my head. My first recollection of Babs took place in the afternoon. At her parents house, straight out of high school. If you were looking for ways to communicate with a hot girl from school 12 years ago, you would turn to MSN or SMS. After some chat sessions filled with immature questions and sexual hints we decided to meet each other in person. We were young and sex was exciting. Babs and here parents lived in a big house at the corner of a quite street, 30 minutes by bike from my house. I had have. She made a show out of licking his cum off her hands and then cleaning his shaft and balls. With cum on her face she looked up at him and said 'After I suck and taste cum, I really need to get fucked and get off - are you still hard enough to fuck me?' And then she gave his still hard cock a tounguey kiss while looking up at him. He took her by the hand and lead her upstairs, but he said 'I brought a wingman with me tonight' and she said 'Oh, I love to be spit roasted - he can join in the fun!'.