"You don't have to worry about anybody seeing the pictures either," she explained, "there're for their own private collections and not for publication..."So after a week of battling with my conscience."Look Akhi," I said, "could you, well I mean, well will you introduce me to some of your guys." Sure," she said with a big smile, "they're going to love you with your big tits."My first client was an old guy, fifty something, which seemed very old to me at the time. He was huge, around 6'4" and. There was a favourite incidence for me one day when I took the bus to town, usually an hours ride, and I liked to lounge around the back seat, so I could people watch the rest of the passengers.I am a pretty flat chested girl, so I never wore a brassiere, just a pair of thong like knickers over which I wore a loose fitting flimsy one piece top and cammy like shorts, when standing it looked like I was wearing a mini-skirt, but they were very loose legged shorts, cool and summery.I carried a top. Slowly we became good friends and going on long drives and doing all kind of fun stuff.One day when I was in her room she was talking to her parents and she started crying as she missed them and I consoled her, took her near me and wiped her tears and gave her a hug as a friend and she hugged me back and this was the first time our bodies came in contact.He stayed like that for 5 minutes and asked her if she is going to leave me or not in a funny way. She started laughing and she was back. She called me an avalanche of names and begged me to stop the vibrators. Instead, I flicked a number up higher on the breast pads and gave the vibrator a slightly higher twist!!I could hear her moaning and thrashing as I pulled on my pants and walked to the door. She had once told me that the idea of strangers hearing us have sex always pushed a perverted exhibitionist button within her and I could only imagine what she was thinking now!!I could just hear her as I paid the young man and.