They all started taking pictures at the models, but later finished fucking them... with an “extra” pay…Then I became a real working girl. Howeve... I did not say anything to Victor.With him I was very vague talking about my job; our financial troubles had vanished in less than two months…But one evening, my loving husband left his office earlier than usual and visited me at work. As he got the club, he was received by one assistant who told him I was booked for the next two hours; but he could. I didn't press him against her.I kissed her softly as I hugged her to me. I tasted the salty tears. I gave her a soft gentle kiss, just to let her know she was loved. She returned it tentatively. Then I just held her for what seemed like hours but it was only a few minutes."Do you want to talk about it?" Not really. Just the same old crap. No one needs me. I can't find a job. And I know you're tired of me taking up space here." Whoa, Melinda. Everyone likes you. And you hold a special place in. He indicates he does not speak Russian, and I do not speak whatever language he does know. He hands me an envelope, and as instructed I go into the bathroom to count it. It is more than I have seen ever! More than the two weekends of modeling! And most importantly, it is how much Mr. Aronoff said it would be.I return to the bedroom, and the old man is naked. His withered erection standing before him. He offers me some vodka, and I gulp it down. Standing there petrified, I know not what. Oh what a feeling I was in the heaven. She is the first lady I am touching, I am flying in air.No responses from her side. Then I touched her ass and other parts and masturbated heavily. There is some movement from her side I got afraid as this is the first move I dont have guts to proceed further and slept that day.Same routine happened in next few days and one day I moved her one kid and went near her, I have touched my legs with her leg and my hands above the ass woow its great feeling, my.