It wasn’t that he was being snobbish, just that his libido had limits and for him to produce the goods, he had to at least like the look of the woma.... Having them vetted by an agency, seemed like the way to go.He joined ‘Private Encounters’, an agency that boasted a central London address and promised endless clients. His resume was accepted and a short interview in a cheap hotel off of The Edgware Road found him being punted around the contact magazines and website they had. Robert removed his. He slides his fingers underneath me, replacing his button with his thumb again, and, with his fingers inside of me, I rotate my hips. My back arches, his fingers hitting the wall of my pussy. Frenzied from longing, I undo his jeans, sliding them off and tossing them. He pulls his shirt off, muscles flexing, and I run small hands up his chest, biting his earlobe, brushing my hands against his abdomen. One hand slides down, slipping under his boxers, and I slowly free his dick. Too impatient to. I'm going to talk to some of the few friends I have left in the police department and try to figure out what they know and what they are looking for."Betty put her face in her hands, "I just wish this was all over." It will be over soon," Ed told her, not really believing it himself, "There's plenty of food in the freezer until I get back. I kind of live on TV dinners. Help yourself until I get back."After showing Betty where he kept some cash, Ed left the apartment and headed downtown. His. Listen she said, “I want you pump your hot cum into my pussy but I do want you stop fucking me” I want to feel it blast inside me and then I want to feel your hard cock fuck me until I come all over it” “Come on now give it to mama, pump me hard, that’s it all the way baby. Fuck me! Fuck me baby! Oh yeah! That’s it. Harder baby, give it to mama.” She could feel his orgasm building, as his thrusting became harder and faster. By now my own cock was searching for an escape route I opened my fly.