Once more, the sky became dark, and time stood still as Pat huddled in the doorway, waiting for the tumult to subside.Then it was quiet, and Pat stepp...d back into the deserted street. He knew that he had just witnessed the deaths of hundreds, perhaps thousands of people, and suddenly his pathetic problems seemed insignificant. He was just thankful to be alive. Slowly, he joined the parade of refugees heading north, away from the disaster, some limping, others bleeding, many crying. He didn't reply, and stood there in almost disbelief that just like that, this slut in front of him is presenting themselves to him, as if it were some kind of cheesy porno.I continued, and pulled them all the way down, and wiggled it around for him."Fuck, it's even better bare," He crept closer, and slowly held his hand out to touch it, before he started to rub up against me.I started to grind back on him, and leaned back into him as he pulled me in close. I could feel his dick growing in his. My goal in life now was to make money quick, buy myself a house or condominium and set myself up for life. Despite my impressive curriculum vitae, there were no vacancies for journalists anywhere in Melbourne. Looking for any job, I saw an advertisement for experienced women wanted in Melbourne’s finest and most exclusive brothel, the Daily Planet in Elsternwick, a southern suburb of Melbourne. I phoned the Daily Planet and was granted an interview. At 34 years of age, I was mature and believed. The restaurant was really busy when we arrived, but luckily we found a table that was being vacated. Once we were all seated again, my mind started to replay last night. Then it dawned on me, here I was, in thin shorts, sitting at breakfast with a cock so hard that I thought it might burst through the material, surely Sarah is everything I need? She is a great fuck, gives good head and is pretty adventurous, getting more so lately. So why am I sitting here, solely focused on that first sexual.