“Like how much and for what?” I asked. “Oh shit, I have had guys offer everything from fifty bucks for a hand job to five thousand dollars to st...y with them a night.” Samantha said pointedly. “No shit? Did you, never mind that’s stupid of me to ask.” I said almost burying my face into my salad. “No, of course not,” Samantha said with a small thin smile on her lips as she took a sip of her drink. “Well, I gave them hand jobs a few times but not for anything less than two hundred.” “Holy shit,” I. His touch went from rough and callous to gentle and almost loving. His eyes looked deep into hers. She could tell what was running through his mind, she had seen this before too, and knew it well. She felt a ray of hope for the first time. He was being sucked in by her unique and wonderful body. With that, he got down on his knees, pulled her skirt up and gently took her cock into his mouth. The other men were speechless. They watched with amazement as he sucked, licked and teased her with his. He slowly began to lift her saree up and started dancing his fingers on her shaven bird under her saree. Mom was busy chewing her lower lips by her upper teeth as she was in full mood to get screwed immediately from him on the roadside but controlled herself. The dancing of his fingers went on for ½ an hour. He stopped near a tree as it dark now and only 18 kms were left for Aurangabad for a pee. He asked Mom to wear back her bra and panties and get back to her seat. Before wearing those. Having picked his own swimsuit, Paul felt almost relieved. Yes it was aspeedo, and he did hate wearing them, but considering the options he wassure he had lucked out, until he noticed that all the inner lining hadbeen carefully cut away. As he changed and finished taking his shower,his heart sank when he looked down and saw the results. Just as see-through as tissue paper, Paul took his march of shame wearing thetransparent speedo, with a dick so small that practically only pubesshowed. With.