But as a woman, nothing. I reach down lower to her folds. God its soaking wet, probably all from me turning myself on. Wow it’s like grool, slimy. I...swirl around the lips and clit. A bit of a tingle, I get a shiver. I slide and rub around more, faster. More tingle, a slightly different sensation than a man gets, more intense, more sensitive. I hear sticky wet sounds. I stick a finger in the sopping opening, fucking hell, this feeling. Really, this is what girls feel? I go in and out slowly,. It gets pretty cozy in that booth after a few beers. But it wasn't long before she stopped coming.The biggest surprise was Sylvia - she showed up just after we met, hadn't been there before. She hadn't said anything about this when we were together, but there she was. I think she's going to take some care in handling, but handling should be fun. She was showing a lot more cleavage than she does on the job.Rudy, Ned - good, all-around guys - Ed, laid back and handsome. They seem to be a little. .He slid his hand up her skirt again and she opened her legs to allow him access to her wetness. He kissed her hard as he frigged her clit with his thumb and her moans were swallowed by his mouth. Her fingers were now wrapped around the tip of his cock, her hands not being big enough to contain his huge erection in its entirety.She felt his breath catch in his throat as her fingers lightly started to wank him the way she’d seen him do it on webcam.Just then the waitress approached their table. And the hypocricy here is, that without men, without clients, brothels would not exist, the sex trade would not exist. If we all lived in a perfect world where the relationship between men and women was perfect and where there was no desire in men to seek extracurricular gratification, brothels would not exist, there would be no prostitutes, no need for prostitutes. And yet you people are condemning those who work in an industry that provides a service that, in your Utopian, and perfect world,.