Yog is an old fat man maybe 68years old bold with a mustache and his Chinese look. At the road to home I explain to him that he had to stay for a long...time coz my husband is going to be late to arrive and what I felt that he agree immediately. We arrived home and I was showing him where he is going to sleep in the room near to my room .I start to help him taking his cloth out of the bag and I could feel his stare on my cleavage, well the top was so tight that he could see my nipples through. So, I ask her to spread her legs and place my hand between them. She’s drenched. I place two fingers deep inside her pussy. “Are you normally this wet?”“No.”I start stroking her. It feels so incredibly taboo to just spread someone open and start finger fucking them without any sort of permission—without even a date, drinks, or any real conversation. How will I feel when it’s my turn. I know this is the sort of thing we’re supposed to be doing, but I need to make sure she’s okay. “You know I’ll. So we started scouring the Internet for some male escort agencies & found one called delivery boys it had pictures of all the boys on their books, she couldn't decide at first but found herself liking the younger masculine dudes on there. Next question was where this was going to happen because as she said she didn't want our house to become a "sex house" & there was also the k**s to worry about, but lucky enough our k**s are pretty sound sleepers & if we could book it for about an hour after. "They live two blocks away from me. Her husband owns a hardware store over on Maple." So I guess I'll just give them to him when he comes in tomorrow." If that's a problem for you, I'll take care of it," Nicholas offered."No, not at all," Astrid replied. "I wasn't offended by the pictures, just surprised." Well if any more special orders ever come in, I'll leave it up to your discretion about what to do with them," Nicholas concluded. "I'd just rather that Alexander not develop any of them." I.