It was in a quite decent vicinity. Having parked the car, we took the lift.Now, I have been with just enough number of clients to identify this fact, ...ut this lady had this perfume which was just so erotic. Ah, the things I would have done to her inside that lift, I thought. But respecting the privacy of a client, I backed off.We slid into her flat. It had gotten around 9.30pm. It was a vacant house . She walked into the room and asked me to make myself comfy. I watched her fair fingers. She scooted her hips closer, and thenbent her knee upward.I wanted to give her the same feelings she was giving me. I kissed herchocolate knee, my hand caressing her thigh as I pulled her stillcloser. Rubbing my face on her soft smooth skin, I began to kiss andnibble as as I felt the tip of my cock bending into her throat.She pulled her leg up more, her skirt no longer hiding anything. I letout a soft whimper as I caressed her much larger Girl cock through herpanties. There was a wet spot where. The boys seemed to be hell excited due to that fragrance.“Raise your arms more up. Stretch them out fully,” commanded the guy driving. I stretched out my hands as far out as possible. The crop top rose very very up now, almost everything of my upper body, including my bra. The crop top was sleeveless (of course, these guys did love my armpits a lot).This meant my armpits were mast fully exposed to anyone who even slightly peeped into the moving car. The guy in the driver’s seat was having. I had never considered that my Dad might be taking nude photos for some of his clients and my mind was buzzing with the excitement of my new discovery. The lady left and I practically ran to the file cabinet to see if there were any more of the large manila envelopes to be picked up. There was one more ready for pick up. Cory, my step sister, walked in just as I had pulled the envelope from the cabinet and scared the crap out of me. I felt like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar..