There were a few occasions I spotted the client went under her skirt and she did not resist it. There was an occassion when they checked into a budget...hotel in balestier and I crazily opened a room besides theirs to try to hear any kinky stuff.I got the room through the help of the receptionist and stayed in my room to hear the "excitement" next door and my $25 was well spent as the room was not sound proof.Every sound n noise coming from their room, I can hear it clearly.Each moan and loud. And of course she was married, although judging by some comments she made about her husband it seemed like not everything in marital life was going smoothly. Debbie was knocking back the wine throughout the meal but I drank slowly, taking occasional top ups of my glass but making sure I didn’t imbibe too much. I knew that if I got too d***k I wouldn’t be able to resist Debbie’s increasingly obvious advances and I didn’t want my cock to do the talking. My goal now was to get through the meal and. It’s lovely fizz darling.” Trixy called out to Peter. “It’s all oozed from the top of the bottle, all over my fingers, and I’m licking it from my skin. Imagine that, whore. Would you like to lick it from me?” Peter groaned, and a bead of white cum appeared at the head of his cock. “Oh fuck no!” He gritted his teeth, and just managed to fight back the urge to climax. He breathed hard, and started to count once again. Trixy appeared in the doorway, tottering on her heels, grasping a champagne. This time, it was because she wanted to be completely held.I assessed the condition of the Brenda in my arms. No make-up. Hair brushed, clean, fragrant, but not her normal 'fixed' for work. She was wearing stretch jeans and a loose cotton blouse. That meant that she'd gone home from work today, done her evening shower, and finished it and was, as she put it, 'bumping around the house.'I rested my cheek against her head, allowing little tendrils of her perfume to tease my nose. Finally, she.