I was at her disposal for that fee, we could just talk or go up to a room and have sex. From our phone conversation, I expected her choice to be sex. ...hen I started in the escort racket as a student over four years ago the money was very important to me. But nowadays the different types of women that I get to meet, and the sex that I have with some of them, are more important to me than the money. I’m obsessed with women: I love how women taste and how they smell. I love how their legs look. There I found the promised hot tub, a really beautiful swimming pool but no people. Confused, I started to look around. There was a bucket of beer on the ground near the BBQ and a bag of pretzels sitting in a bowl nearby. It seemed as though I'd messed up the time. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and I had to take two looks to fully comprehend what I was witnessing. The first impression was that it was a mass of naked bodies having sex in the well lit room on the other side of. A second hand fell upon me, the touch softer as I felt it glide upon my waist rising to meet my untended breast. I moaned softly as my suitors caressed and fondled my heaving bosom that lifted and fell with each ragged breath. Another hand, again soft to the skin fell upon me only this time slipping south. The same person? Or another? My mind played wild tricks upon me as beneath the silk blindfold I strained to see beyond, to see these strangers who touched and explored me. The sway of the. Send gentle pulses to the brain."Betty put her hand over her mouth, hiding a sympathetic giggle. The poor thing was just so horny."And what to these gentle pulses do?" Flutesnoot asked."Well, anything," Dilton replied. "Working from my computer, I can induce any state of mind in the subject. I can call up memories, make them laugh, or move, or feel anything. The brain is, after all — hum! — the center of all feelings ... the soul, if you want ... and ... and stimulating the body part that you.