My own favorite sets were straight sex, without any supposed-to-be-sexy or any fancy accessories, just the ‘classical’ fucking ceremony. I was n... unknown name anymore. I had never disappointed any of my clients and they seemed to recommend me to their friends. I had taken shots of real celebrities as well so I had also quite a great reputation in all kinds of magazines or websites. Throughout the years I’ve kept my modest and reasonable conditions and price as well as my business strategy. James noticed them too and we both nodded at each other, we had found our targets.James moved to the couches right behind the men and pointed at a pair of shoes for me to get. We had planned how best for me to expose myself and so James had pointed to a pair of shoes on the lowest rung on the wall. I could have knelt down to get it but what was the fun in that. No, I casually walked up to the pair of shoes and pointed again, making sure this was the paid James wanted. This had the dual effect. Claire started moving, rubbing her stomach against me. I was surprised at the strength of the sensations caused by her total acceptance of my erection. My sister was getting more active, moving her hands to my sides and pulling on me as I moved. She moaned, light and breathy, but audibly. I looked down, again awed that this was Claire and not some other enthralling girl. I knew her so well but it was so strange. This was not the scowling, sarcastic sister I knew and was used to, but it was. The hand took a slightly tighter grip and began moving up and down the shaft at an agonizingly slow, teasing pace. Taylor moaned in appreciation. Randy bit his bottom lip. His eyes were glued on the other boy's face and his heart was beating way too fast. He didn't care."You like that?" Randy whispered. His free hand crept to his jeans and began rubbing the tent that was quickly being erected there."It feels good," Taylor grunted. He could feel his own dick creeping back to life like magic in.