"Thanks for the warning. If they want to catch me for a slave they have it to do. I didn't mean I'd go out and announce to them that I'd come for a vi...it," I said."Huh?" I'll go capture them first, before I tell them that I don't want to be a slave," I said."But there are probably four or five at least," she said."Maybe, but my Glock has a fifteen round magazine, not to mention that my rifle has a thirty round clip. Do you really think four or five men can stand up to forty-five shots before I. I was wearing it so much now that it actually felt quite natural to me.When I walked into the food court I saw the man again, he was sitting at the same table, reading his newspaper again. I didn’t bother with a coffee this time. I just sat opposite him.He smiled at me and folded his newspaper. “Shall we go?” he asked and I nodded feebly.Once inside the cubicle I handed him my phone and began to suck his cock again but when he started to fuck my mouth quickly I stopped him.“Sir, would you fuck. ”“Right.”I wanted to get up and go in the kitchen but I now had a massive fucking boner in my trackies and I couldn’t get up coz my mate, he would have seen it all boned up in my trackies.He carried on talking.“She loved stroking my arse, mate.”“I bet she did.”“What?”Nothing.”I said that really quiet, to myself really. He didn’t hear me say it.“Yeah, she loved stroking my arse.I saw him turn over again from the corner of my eye and when I looked he was lying face down on the rug and the dirty. Mom smiled as I spoke to the man, touching him now and then as I flirted with him. The client Martin, seemed really happy with the choice he had been given. After dinner he decided to return to his hotel room for a night of fun. Before the night began, mom explained that usually she stayed the night, but after 6am the client's time ended so we were free to leave after that time, but if I wanted, we could leave after he fell asleep; it was unlikely he would awaken before 6 for more sex.We.