Her eyes shot open as I plumbed her deeply with my cock, driving her wild. Even though she was soaked from her own juices the lips of her pussy were g...abbing the sides of my shaft as I pulled out and then went back in her as I drove forward.I slammed my cock in and out of her like a piston. Our skin slapped together with the sound echoing off the walls. She was breathing now rapid and deep, and emitting passionate sounds from her lips. She never took her eyes from my face.Soon we were both. You feel me move my lips to your exposed womanhood and I begin to firmly yet gently sliding my tongue around your clitoris ,then sliding it in your warmth , tasting your sweet juices as they flow into my mouth,,,moving even more to a place where most never go , I slide it soaked with your juices into your ass hole and with that your body shakes uncontrollably, I alternate between all that you have to offer, your inner senses just let go in reflex , you have no control , your mind thinks one. So said the judge.I was/am a sex worker.Sounds obscene, doesn't it? More fun than a Ministers Convention, certainly. But ... there are many new visitors to the store during the conventions. A wonderful job ... and I meet the most interesting people.As I said, I check the mail once a week ... unless the postman sets a basket by the box. He/she never has but discounting such a situation is foolish. Possible is possible ... it could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up. "I'm all yours, meaning," she said then paused while she moved up to my right ear. "Consider me as your wife for the next twenty-four hours as your loan repayment," she whispered in my ear then she kissed me again.Shruthi kissed for a few minutes with her tongue swirling in my mouth. “Shruthi, Are you out of your mind," I asked her.Shruthi smiled and held my right hand. "I am damn serious,” saying she then walked me out of the living room.Shruthi walked me into our family room and I felt like I.