She was wet and I loved it. She gasped as my fingers touched her clit. “aaaahhh, uhhh, mmm, aaaaah uhhh Ohh fuck, ohhhh shit ooohhhh fuck” was all...that she could say as my fingers circled around her clit, she put her head onto my shoulder and Whispered, “uhhh finger me mmhhh” and I was more than happy.With the palm of my hands rubbing her clit and my middle finger in her wet vagina, I was fingering her, slow in the beginning and then she moaned and groaned, “uhhh aaah aaaaah faster faster uhhh. But she did feel the slightest tingle of sexual anticipation - she loved the power of her sex, how she could get the johns nearly helpless with her highly skilled expertise. "Sure," I said. "I'm always interested in sex with a pretty girl." I said. I figured a little flattery might give her ego a boost and make her want to try harder. "So what's your name?" I asked, trying to ease my own tenseness at the strange situation. "Belinda," she said. "How about a fuck?" she said, bluntly, "I'll give. He got full access to my 32F boobs and kneaded it like a dough. He put another hand over the other boobs and pressed it. Every once in a while checking if I was awake. I lay still.He pushed my t shirts to my neck and started suckling my nipples. He did this for few minutes and he tried to pull my shorts down. He couldn’t. I thought he would give up and leave. To my surprise he woke me up.I woke up and pretended to be shocked that my t shirt was up and boobs were exposed. He without wasting time. He fellback to the bed. Where was he? A hospital room he decided. He raised a hand to his face and stroked his chin.Somebody had shaved him – and very well – no trace ofstubble. Then he saw his hand and arm – what thefuck?!? All trace of his working out with weights wasgone – no muscles. Now his arms and hands were thin andfrail – and where was his thick matte of arm hair? Hisfingernails were long, pointed – shit! Who’d beengiving him a goddamn manicure.