’ ‘You don’t, do you? Cause you’re Daddy’s little fuck toy.’ He was now completely inside her. He started to thrust. Slowly at first bu... quickly picking up speed. His eyes closing, his lips slightly parted, panting, pushing his pelvis against hers. She was swept up in all the sensation, confusing pleasures. She stopped resisting, she just leaned into it, let it wash all over her. He was grabbing onto her, pushing his nails into her shoulder, trembling all over. She felt his cock. ’ Hands on narrow, rounded hips I turn her, my middle-age spread pressing against her straight spine. Burying my nose in her hair, I inhale its fresh, feminine scent. ‘What’s your name, my dear?’ ‘Ariel, sir.’ She thrusts back, massaging her butt against me, stiffening my cock. ‘Shakespeare, eh! Not a bad name, but I think Tit-ania would suit you better. In fact, I think that’s what I shall call you.’ ‘They’re not really big enough, sir.’ Hurriedly she adds, ‘But I’m sure you’ll enjoy playing. ’ Her voice was filled with a mixture of excitement and concern. My hands moved to the inside of her thighs, pushing them gently to encourage her to spread them wider for me. My body was now between her legs, my hands moving up her inner thighs toward her pussy. I placed my fingertips on her outer lips and slowly separte them, exposing her to me. I again found her clit but with my lips this time. I covered it softly and squeezed it between them. Her sound was guttural, almost primal as she. I always make sure that my nails are manicured and neat. I’ve seen the way men react when I shake hands with them the first time. A handshake is a much more personal act than most people realize. I try to give a man a firm, but gentle handshake, with adequate pressure for him to feel the texture and softness of my hand, and then I linger just long enough to signal that I like the man, but not too long, which would be flirting. I never flirt with my customers. It’s just.