" He was looking right at my face into my eyes while he said it, with a dirty look on his face. Loving making me grind into his hand seeing what he wa... doing to me.I pulled him out of my pussy to go to the bathroom. He came in after one minute and forcefully pushed me over the sink I was leaning on my elbows as he sunk his cock into my pussy again, fucking me harder and harder, pounding into me as my legs were shaking under the strain. "Fuck me harder" I said. "Harder fuck me harder."I was. Then Sean's mother asked me to visit. Icouldn't think of an excuse, so I agreed. At least she would be there. I triedto stay with her in the kitchen, but old habits die hard. Before long I wassitting on the floor next to Sean, watching a soap opera. His arm trailedbetween my thighs. His fingers eased under the cotton, touching my clitoris.His mum came rushing in when I came.'What's the matter?' she said.Sean had whipped his hand away just in time.I could hardly pant, less speak. 'It's OK. Ijust. Darlene saw little of the house itself, since Synthia led her in, only to immediately turn right into the Parlor. Ahead had only been a staircase heading up, and a passage leading into the back of the house.The Parlor itself was large, with a fireplace at the far end, polished grand piano to the left of it, bar running down the right side with the front windows behind it, and a wide opening in the left wall also leading further back into the house. Reds predominated, and anyone from 1910. X. in the newspaper, I now saw one that said, "Attractive women under 35 with professional background in sex needed. Ability to communicate absolutely necessary.This seemed like the break I needed. The ad seemed to have been written with me specifically in mind. This was one job I was certain I could get. Changing into my smartest outfit, I jumped in the car and headed into town for the address given in the paper. I was surprised that the place was located in such a tacky part of the city, but.