We ourselves were damn lucky to have even gotten invited, much less offer ourselves (well, myself) for sale! In one of the few aborted attempts to ear... money over the past couple of months, Smriti and Kritikaji decided to offer themselves as professional doms for money. A surprisingly large number of perverts got through to them but barely even ten percent of them had the money to pay the demanded fifty thousand for a day price (we had to keep it high enough to ensure we don’t fall in the radar. The lovers parted as quickly as they had come together. Fiona pulled her panties up, smoothed her dress and kissed Stewart goodbye. I hid and waited until she approached the path to the orchard where I appeared and put my arm about her waist. She was surprised and appeared nervous which aroused me. I suggested a walk in the orchard but she demurred saying the hot day had left her sweaty and in need of the bathroom. It was here that I pounced. I explained what I had seen at the machinery shed. She’d made a video of me playing one of the other girls and, in the gym at her school, she’d shown it to me and given me some constructive criticism. She’d stood behind me a few times, one hand on my shoulder, the other covering mine as it held my racquet and she’d shown me how to improve my stance and footwork. Her physical proximity didn’t seem in any way flirtatious or sexual, just professional. At the end of the fourth lesson, this time at the club on a latish Friday evening, she’d said,. She was not looking at me and didnt say a word. After some time she just said show. I unzipped my trouser and removed my Dick. As after seeing her temptation. My penis was already hard and in its full show. She was seeing my penis as if she had seen a penis first time in life.After 2 mins she said can i touch it, but you should not touch me. I said ok. First she just touched it by finger, then she wrapped her had around my penis and started to stroke it. I was very much excited and tried to.