I rigorously wash my hands before walking out to meet the person named, “Michael”. I almost gasp when I see him. He is the epitome of perfection....His blonde curls framed his slightly tan face, chiseled cheekbones, strong jaws, soft pink lips, and sea blue eyes. His eyes meet mine and they twinkle for a second before he smile a boyish smile. I smile back. “Hello. You must be Michael,” I say, extending my hand for a handshake. “And you must be Ella,” he says while his hand reaches for mine and. It was a rhetorical question because even if I had said no, momentarily I would be fucked. Finn started to get a dildo and fuck my juicy pussy with it. It hurt soooo good. Does that feel good, slave? Matthew asked rubbing my clit. When they stopped rubbing my clit, their pants were already down to their ankles. Suck it, bitch and dont stop until I cum in your mouth. Finn demanded. I opened my mouth taking in his cock inch by inch. I knew he loved to see me struggle to fit it all in my mouth.. We ordered sandwiches and cafe latte. I told her about myself and my life in general. She look very young for 35 years of age. I asked about her.She told me she is an architect and works for a construction house. She is looking for a gigolo since her husband has lost interest in her and has other flings, so why not she also live her life. I said definitely, everyone has the right to be happy, right to have all the fun they can. I was just going on with my philosophy and she put her hand on top. Dressed inonly stockings and suspenders and with her legs parted her fanny was now visibleto our eyes; she looked gorgeous and very fuckable. His hand must have found avery wet fanny as hers was reaching for his cock. I looked on as she freed hiscock and wrapped her hand around it She then moved herself and her head movedtowards his lap. Now nearly naked, she wrapped her lips around this new cockwith lustful enthusiasm. She slide off the settee and got between his legs and Iwatched as her lips.