So I left the agency and went to the free swimming.How is your typical meeting with a client?First, we talk on the phone to have a little get to know ...ach other. Often session starts with a good dinner and conversation about literature, art, philosophy - in short, anything, but not politics. The brain, as you know, is the most important sex organ - if you are interested in me intellectually, my body, too, you will be pulled. The good talk like a dance, and, of course, it is exciting. Sometimes. My pulse quickened as I watched her lips eagerly swallow my fingers. Suddenly her legs stiffened, she cried out, and warm fluid gushed over my fingers and down my arm. I slowed my pace as her hand stopped moving, but left my fingers inside. Several times I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers as the aftershocks washed over her. She had her head down, resting on her arm on the sink, and I could hear her breath slowing. I was now painfully aware of my throbbing erection. Slipping my fingers. A small girl, dark hair and petite. She was the classic "girl next door". Not very popular and not the Cheerleader type at all, kinda cute in her own way. She had a crush on me and we rode the same bus to school. She was a Sophomore at the time. We became friends and I could tell she had a bad case of puppy love for me. One afternoon after school, she said that she was going to be babysitting that night at a neighbors house, and if I wanted to com over it would be fine.I decided why not, and. It was really strange meeting with a second person called Bernard in thespace of a week, but he'd known this Bernard since he was a kid. Hisfriend was quite normal, being more of a typical welsh lad and smiled ashe entered the bar. Claire had been working on some of Bernard's roughedges, but you could never completely take the lad out of him. Sittingat the bar, he had already got a round in."You enjoy your little break with my sister then?" Bernard asked him ashe pushed the pint of Brains.