You have auburn, no red, yes, a deep red-orange hair that passes your shoulders, but is up right now.” “Good, remarkably good. Five foot six and h...lding at one-thirty-five. What am I wearing? Be detailed.” “Aw, yes, ok, you are dressed in a cream silk blouse that is tight enough to see you have a white camisole on and a black bra underneath that. You have a dark grey, almost black tight skirt that stops above your knees and reveals that you are wearing a garter belt and stockings. You have high. Anal-sex...spanking...bondage...if any one, I really, really need a dirty old man to train me, Eric...The other day my friend mentioned something called Champagne-sex and I have no idea about what she meant…“Don´t worry, we´ll get through all that…“Good” she said. Then she sucked air in through her nose. He was pressing a fingertip against her ass-hole. “We could start off...backwards, so to speak.” he said as the finger slowly slid up her rear. She said nothing. She knew that she had almost. “Yeah.”“Haven't seen you around here much, come here often? Or just passing through?” She asked, almost ironically given they stood at a street corner.He ran his hand through his black hair. “Not often...”“Looking for someone, or something in particular?” She asked and he nodded. After a second of him not talking she smiled. “Am I what you're looking for?”He thought for a moment. He didn't want to in some way offend her, again he had no idea how to handle a prostitute. If they even did get. "Sorry, I'm meeting my girlfriend here in a half hour, so I figured we'd meet here," I said, already unzipping his pants."Oh I see, so you wanted some fun beforehand?" I asked, licking my lips. Cheaters always got me so hot and horny, and doing it right before he goes on a date was already driving me crazy."God yes, I need some kind of release, and honestly, she never puts out anyway so I'm getting this out of the way," he said, stroking his throbbing hard cock pulsing in his hands as he pulled.