He continued his thrusts, as his orgasm seemed to be stuck on the edge. As she relaxed from hers, he wondered why his hadn't hit yet. The sight of her...cumming as well as listening to her groans; usually aroused him enough to send him over the edge, but this time he stayed on that edge for another minute or more. He leaned back a bit more so he could feel himself go deeper and then he was there, finally. He let out a deep-throated growl that was almost a scream, as the starburst that had been in. I started to get concerned, it had been over fifteen minutes, when then they reappeared, walking awfully close together, smiling and laughing.Winston pulled out her chair and helped her sit down. She looked at me and smiled. Winston walked away.“So, what took so long?”“Well, don’t get mad,” she explained, “but when Winston took me into the wine room, he was showing me some wines and I felt his hand brush my breast. I turned around and my hand grazed his pants. I could feel his hard cock. It. There was something different about him, something she really liked. Though most of the men she saw were nice enough, the fact that she was a prostitute always lurked just under the surface. Last night though, Kelly experienced a man who gave himself to her completely. It almost made her feel bad for taking his money. ‘Hell, for the way he made me come, I should have paid him!’ Kelly laughed as the thought slipped out and she shook her head. ‘Well, maybe not. He was a great fuck though.’ Those. It was all I could think about for the longest time, and how they could socialize with others like themselves, relax and enjoy without worry or feeling ashamed. Of course I admitted to Darlene how excited I was, and thanked her over and over for introducing inviting me home with her. She admitted how pleased she was that I felt that way, and promised me there would be many more trips to London. We talked about some of the ladies we met, how they had different interests, yet were all accepting.