The sexual tension in the room was so thick you could swim in it. I looked again at Tom; he was squirming in his seat, his face flushed. He turned to ...eet my look, and something passed between us. I don't know what came over me, but I got up, went over to him and knelt in front of his chair. Pushing his hands away from the front of his jeans, I undid the buckle and lowered the zipper. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, and the flush on his face was deepening. With the. This was not like being with a woman. It was different, more a****l. There were hormones flowing through my body which were new to me. I wanted that cock in my mouth. I couldn't resist kissing his stockinged legs following the route of my hands. He lay back and sighed deeply. 'Oh God' he whispered.Then the bulge in his thong was in front of my face. My heart beat heavily but slowly. I gently kissed his erection through the fabric. I took a moment to look up at him. His stomach, that hairy chest. Only the last few inches of them were hidden from my view. I felt my cock begin to harden. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. A couple of times she looked up at me and knew that I was staring down her top. She would quickly bring a hand to her neckline and close the gap, but then a moment later return to what she was doing, allowing the fabric to drape open again. She said nothing, made no issue of my obvious attempts to see her breasts. We finished, she stood up and thanked me. I left the. The client stopped her immediatley. He told her that the pendant is being a big distraction to him, so it’s nice if she could remove it. On my acknowledgement, she removed it and plced it on table.I immediatley told her that if she leaves it there she might forget it, so she she should keep it with her. She realised she was not carying her purse. I told her that she should hang it to the ring in her navel, she was dumb stuck, she knew that pendant was heavy and would pull on the navel ring. I.