The sound of a gas engine running woke me again, but this time, bright sunlight was streaming through my bedroom windows. Stretching my muscles before I flipped the comforter off my naked body, I slipped out of bed. As I walked toward the window, I glanced at my alarm clock; it was ten forty-five. The engine noise that woke me was coming from Chuck's lawn mower. He was in the backyard cutting his grass, which probably didn't need to be cut, but that was his favorite thing to do around the house. He had a distinctly quicker step than usual. I wondered if it resulted from our activities the day before or if he wanted to get the grass done, hoping for a repeat today.

I slipped on a pair of panties and some old sweatpants, along with a baggy tee shirt, and headed downstairs. My body screamed for coffee, so I started brewing a whole pot, and while I waited for enough to brew to fill a cup, I thought about what I'd do today. I didn't need to go anywhere, so I'd do some laundry and a little house cleaning. I also wanted to pick out what I'd wear to my appointment with Mr. Sebastian on Tuesday evening.

While I waited for my morning coffee, I started a load of laundry, then filled a mug with java, grabbed a couple of oatmeal raisin cookies from the pantry, and headed back upstairs to my bedroom. I started to make my bed but remembered that I'd left two wet spots on the bedding as a result of my erotic dream about sucking off a porn star, so I stripped the bed and tossed the soiled sheets and pillowcases out into the hall.

I opened my dresser drawer to begin choosing my outfit for Mr. Sebastian. Entirely white was going to be a challenge since I prefer black or red for my sexy underwear, but I was able to find a white satin thong, a pair of lace cheeky panties, and a matching bra. If I were going to wear stockings, which I was fairly certain I would, I'd have to go shopping later today or Tuesday morning since I didn't have any white in my stocking drawer.

Laying the thong and lacy set on the bare mattress, I moved to my closet. Again, my choice was somewhat limited. I have a pair of white dress slacks that I usually wear with a silk blouse and a dark blue blazer. An off-white cocktail dress, which is very sexy, but I suspected Mr. Sebastian wanted a more virginal white. Both outfits were eliminated from consideration. I was beginning to think I'd have to shop for something that better fit his requirements, but then I recalled a white satin evening gown I'd only worn once. I had purchased it to attend a black-tie affair with Barry just after he was hired at the firm. As I pushed some clothing aside, I found it buried in the back, still in the dry cleaner's bag. The receipt attached to the bag was dated eleven years ago. That was before I had my surgery, and I doubted that it would fit over my much larger breasts now.

As I recall, I looked very stunning in the dress. It has a halter top that ties behind your neck and is open almost to the waist in the back. The front had a fairly deep v, which, depending on how tightly it was drawn up at the neck, could expose nearly all of my cleavage or hide it completely. I suspected that if it still fit, no matter how tightly it was tied behind, I'd still have a considerable amount of cleavage showing.

I stripped out of my sweats and tee to see how it fit. Stepping into the gown, I drew it up as far as possible and tied it behind my neck. It was a little snug in the hips, and as I suspected, my larger tits filled the fabric in front so much that not only was my entire cleavage exposed but a tiny amount of smooth belly below. Turning to look at the back in my mirror, I liked how it showed off my entire back, and when I lifted my hair off my shoulders, it was even more stunning. The tighter fit over my ass showed my panties, so I knew if this was my choice, the satin thong would be necessary to give me a smooth look behind. I own a pair of white stilettos, and when I slipped them on, the gown rested perfectly on the shoes and didn't touch the floor in back.

Turning again to survey the front, I knew that if I arrived at my appointment looking this way, I wouldn't convey an innocent look to my client. There was nothing virginal about how my tits looked in this dress.

I went back to my dresser and found the perfect solution: a tri-angle-shaped white lacy shawl that had a kind of ruffled edge. The shawl was large enough so that if worn correctly, it not only covered my tits but had the added advantage of also covering my exposed back. With it draped over my shoulders, the only part of the gown that showed was the long flowing bottom. Just enough to hint at things to come while giving that shy look I suspected any proper Englishman would appreciate.

Since I had to shop for white stockings Tuesday morning, I could look around for something else, but this was stunning and certainly fit his requirement of exclusively wearing white.

I slipped out of the dress and hung it over the closet door, then returned the lace cheeky panties and bra to my dresser drawer. Back into my sweats and tee, I grabbed my empty coffee mug and headed back downstairs, dragging my bedding behind me.

I switched the laundry over to the dryer and started the bedding, then returned to the kitchen to refill my mug. I'd have time later today to run to the mall and pick up a pair of white stockings, so I took my fresh cup of java with me as I walked out onto the patio. Chuck was still busy trimming around his flower beds, adding the finishing touches to his morning of yard work.

I decided to see if his attitude toward me had changed overnight.

"Morning, neighbor," I called to him as I approached the invisible line between our yards.

He looked up from his work and, with a broad smile, replied, "Good morning to you, Margaret."

"You're a busy beaver this morning," I commented as Chuck strolled toward me.

Chuck smiled broadly before replying, "Yes, I suppose that's because of the beaver I had yesterday afternoon."

I giggled, realizing my use of the word beaver had allowed him to comment about the soft beaver between my thighs.

He moved a little closer and, in a soft voice, added, "I'd sure like to get a little more of that."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked, knowing that I had no intention of ever again giving up my body to him.

Chuck hesitated momentarily before answering, "I think it's a great idea."

I smiled, then commented, "I'm sure you do, but I'd hate to be the cause of a forty-plus-year marriage going down the tubes. If Millie found out, we'd both be in a world of shit."

I'm relatively sure Chuck already knew that our impromptu fuck session the day before was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Still, I supposed he thought perhaps I'd be interested in having his fat cock spread me open again sometime.

"Well, if the opportunity ever presents itself again, I'd sure like another shot at that sweet beaver of yours," Chuck replied with a shit-eating grin.

I returned his grin with one of my own, then leaving the door just a tad ajar, said, "I'll keep that in mind, Chuck."

"You do that, Peg," Chuck replied as he turned to return to his yard work.

I went back inside and changed the second load of laundry over to the dryer, then decided to get dressed and head to the mall to pick up a pair of white stockings.

It was nearly one o'clock when I guided the Benz into a parking space outside the mall. Strolling through the mall, I drew more than a few stares from the male shopkeepers who always seem to post themselves at the entrance to their shops when customers are few and far between. My tight white tank top and even tighter jeans showed off all I had to offer to their lustful stares.

Reaching my favorite lingerie shop, I turned into the entrance, disappointing the guys further down the mall.

"Good afternoon," the young female sales clerk said as I entered the shop.

As I approached the sales counter, she continued, "Can I help you find something?"

I smiled and replied, "Looking for stockings."

Without moving from behind the counter, she pointed across the store and said, "Over there," her tone of voice implying that she didn't expect me to be spending a ton of money.

One thing about shopping for white lingerie is that it sticks out boldly in a display, and in reasonably short order, I found a lovely pair of white seamed stockings with lacy tops. As I returned to the counter, I noticed a rack with garter belts, and once again, the white ones drew my attention. As I thumbed through the half dozen styles offered, I thought that Mr. Sebastian would undoubtedly appreciate the look of the stockings with a garter and white stilettos when my long gown slipped off my body. It would be a sexy transformation from the somewhat Victorian appearance I was planning when we first met to a lustful, passionate minx when we were finally alone in his bedroom. I added the garter to my purchases.

"I have the perfect accessory to go with these." The sales clerk said as I laid my items on the counter.

I smiled and replied, "You do?"

She directed my attention to a circular rack beside the counter that displayed an extensive array of satin and latex chokers.

"There's a white satin one with a silver ring and a matching leash." She suggested.

I found the set she spoke of and pulled it from the rack. The choker was perhaps a quarter inch wide, and the silver ring rather tiny. I thought without the ring, it would undoubtedly accentuate my neck with my hair pulled up, and if I started with the ring around my back, I could, after allowing my gown to slide off my body, turn the choker around and offer the leash to my client. It wasn't costly, so I tossed it on the counter with the other white items I bought.

The clerk smiled as she said, "That'll be thirty-eight ninety-five."

I was there to purchase a twelve-dollar pair of stockings and spent three times that much, but I would gladly invest that amount, knowing it might increase my tip if Mr. Sebastian was pleased with the transformation.

Carrying my tiny bag, I headed back out into the mall. Since I had the entire afternoon free, I decided to continue down the hall toward the guys I'd disappointed when I turned into the lingerie shop earlier.

As I approached one very handsome young stud leaning against the corner of the display window at the entrance to his shop, I was greeted with a brilliant white smile. He only spoke one word, "Sweet!" which, of course, caught my attention.

I returned his smile and then noticed he was standing outside a shoe store.

"Hello to you too," I said as I stopped before his shop.

I looked beyond him into the shop and didn't see anyone else. "No customers today?" I asked.

He turned a little toward me and replied rather bluntly, "None as hot looking as you."

"Well, let's have a look around then," I answered as I began slowly walking along the long display window.

He followed behind me, and I was sure he was admiring my ass. "I'm certain I'll have something that will interest you," he commented, implying that my interest may be in something other than footwear.

I instantly regretted wearing jeans instead of a skirt.

"I assume you favor something with a higher heel?" he asked.

I turned to him and smiled widely, "The higher, the better."

His handsome face and what appeared to be a very tight body interested me. I decided a little teasing was just what he needed to highlight his uneventful afternoon. As I slowly walked along the row of fitting chairs, I felt the cool breeze of air-conditioned air coming from the ceiling.

"I'll just have a seat here, and you can show me what you've got," I commented as I took a seat under the air conditioner register in the ceiling.

Grabbing a fitting stool, he sat down in front of me, staring directly at my tits.

After several seconds, I smiled and softly said, "Aren't you supposed to be paying attention to my feet?"

Realizing I'd caught him ogling at my chest, he grinned and dropped his eyes to my foot resting on the stool, "Let me measure you for size."

"I'm seven and a half," I answered.

He'd already pulled the foot measuring tool from the pocket behind and reached for my shoe as I spoke, "Let's just check to be certain."

His hand slipped behind my ankle and then slid down, slipping my pump off. He looked up at me when my red-tipped toenails appeared from inside the pump. "Sweet," he again commented, seeing my sexy toes.

I was reminded that Mr. Sebastian expected no color other than white tomorrow evening. I made a mental note to remove the flashy red color from both my toes and fingers before our appointment.

"You're correct, a perfect seven and a half," the clerk announced after he measured my foot. His hand lingered, and he used several fingertips to almost caress my foot before standing before me.

His lecherous stare again settled on my chest until I prodded him, "You were going to show me what you've got?" I asked

"Absolutely," he replied, then added, "Give me a minute, and I get several pairs you may be interested in."

As he walked toward the stock room, I watched his ass. He wore slacks without hip pockets which fit snuggly over his ass. I was sure he'd have a fantastic tight ass since it looked so inviting, covered by the dark fabric of his pants.

The cool air from the AC register above was having the desired effect on my nipples, but to ensure maximum impact, I tweaked them several times so they pierced at the white cotton of my tank top.

I pushed the fitting stool a few inches away and crossed my legs so my shoeless foot was in midair.

It seemed like it took longer than expected for him to return, but when he did, he carried three shoe boxes.

As he stopped before me, I understood why he'd taken longer than expected to retrieve the shoes. I wasn't the only one doing a little tweaking, as the bulge in his pants proved he had more to offer than shoes.

His eyes moved from my face down to enjoy the sexy bumps in my tank top.

"I see you've got more than shoes to show me," I mentioned as I stared at his tented slacks.

He smiled as he sat down, placing the three boxes to his right while his left hand adjusted the bulge to extend over his left thigh.

Since he took the time to arouse himself, I'd ensure he stayed that way, "I have something to measure that with," I mentioned, almost matter-of-fact, while I continued gazing at his hard cock.

As he opened one box, he glanced at the seat next to me and, after noticing what shop it was from, asked, "Buying lingerie?"

"Of course," I replied, smiling at him.

His broad smile preceded his comment, "I love sexy lingerie."

"Me too," I answered with a sexy grin.

Inside the box was a stunning pair of red pumps with about a four-inch heel and white ankle stockings with a fancy lace top.

"I have to ask you to wear these while you try on shoes," he said, adding, "Regulations require it."

His skillful hands slipped one stocking over my foot, and he smoothed it along my ankle, stretching it tight over my toes.

"They're so cute," I commented as he reached for a red pump.

My foot slipped easily into the toe, and from nowhere, he produced a shiny shoe horn to guide my heel into the back. As he sat back, he flipped the shoe horn around his index finger and smiled before dropping it into the open box beside him.

"That's a neat trick," I commented before adding, "know any others?"

Uncrossing my legs, I placed my foot flat on the floor. I instantly knew the shoe fit perfectly, and as I stood up, I took a half step forward, bringing my tits and their erect nipples within inches of his lustful stare.

"I'm full of tricks," He answered while studying my chest.

As I stepped toward the angled mirror on the floor at the end of the row of seats, I could feel his eyes studying my long legs and tight ass.

I stood in front of the mirror momentarily, moving my foot from side to side to see how the shoe looked, knowing his eyes were fixed on me from behind.

When I returned to my seat, I could see that he had enjoyed watching my ass because his cock seemed even larger pressing the fabric of his slacks up above his thigh.

I smiled at him as I settled back in the chair and turned the heat up a notch, "I suppose some of your other tricks have something to do with that tonsil tickler you've got there," my eyes settling on the bulge at his loins.

He blushed only slightly, then replied, "Absolutely."

When I first came in, I intended to tease this young stud a little, then leave him alone with a rock-hard unsatisfied erection, but my love of hard cock had me thinking other thoughts.

"Let's see what else you've got," I said as I slipped the red pump off.

He opened the next box to reveal a pair of black patent leather stilettos with what appeared to have at least a five-and-a-half-inch heel.

As he lifted them both from the box, I commented, "Now we're getting to the height I love."

I moved my shoeless foot behind the other and pushed that one off. "I'll want to try on both."

His fingers again slipped a stocking over my naked foot, and again, his hands lingered on my ankle.

"I'm certain you'll look fabulous in these," he commented as he slipped them on my feet.

I stood up and made sure I had my balance before I took a tentative step toward the mirror. I knew that with that high a heel, you walk more on just the balls of your feet, and as I stopped at the mirror, I turned and looked back at him, "Can't say I'd want to go dancing in these, but I can only imagine how they'd look pointed at the ceiling."

His broad smile acknowledged that he was imagining just that, along with holding the heels while he slammed his stiff cock into me.

He stood up from the stool, and as he walked toward me, his left hand moved to adjust the bulge in his pants. He didn't stop until we were standing toe to toe, his eyes focused on my chest and the nipples that poked at the flimsy fabric of my tank top.

His lecherous smile preceded a comment that sealed my fate, "They are perfect fuck handles."

I returned his smile with my version of a lecherous grin and reached out to caress his hard cock, which now stretched almost to the waistband of his slacks.

He pressed his loins firmly against my soft hand and enjoyed the contact as I slowly stroked down to the base of his stiff shaft.

I watched him swallow hard as my hand slid back toward the top. "Are we alone?" I asked.

He instantly replied, "Totally."

I moved my hand away from his throbbing cock, "Give me thirty seconds."

As I turned and walked toward the stock room, he understood my request. As I turned the corner, I heard him softly exclaim, "Sweet."

The stock room was cluttered with stacks of unopened cartons of shoes piled five high in front of shelves of shoe boxes on either wall. A narrow walkway between the stacks led to a small office toward the very rear of the room.

Taking a step or two into the walkway, I quickly pulled my tank top over my head and put it on top of one stack. My hands moved to my nipples, and using my thumbs and index fingers, I pinched them. My hands slid down to my hips, and I could feel the cartons of shoes on either side touching my elbows as I waited a few seconds before he would join me.

As he rounded the corner, his eyes grew to saucer size as he gazed at my now naked tits and erect nipples.

"C'mere, so I can show you some tricks of my own," I said as he approached.

In a second, we were again toe to toe, his eyes fixed lustfully on my chest. I reached out again and slid my hand along the length of his cock. His hands moved up to grope at my tits, pinching my hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

I moaned soulfully as his skillful hands moved over every inch of my sensitive tits and nipples. He pressed his hips forward, encouraging me to be more aggressive with his cock.

After a minute of, for lack of a better term, foreplay, I moved my hand away and whispered, "Let's have a look at this tonsil tickler."

As I carefully crouched on the incredible stilettos, I used the stacks of cartons on either side to help me maintain my balance. Bending completely at the knees, I settle in front of his throbbing cock, pressing against the fabric that would only hold it at bay for a moment or two longer.

His hands unbuttoned his shirt to the waist as mine moved to unclasp the waistband of his slacks.

I stared up into his lust-filled eyes as the fabric parted, and my fingertips pulled the zipper down.

Returning to the top, my fingers spread the fabric, and I felt silk against the top of my fingers. Slowly peeling his slacks off his hips and then sliding them down his legs, I was awarded with a throbbing cock covered by black silk boxers.

He moved his hands to the top cartons on either side and pushed them away slightly, giving him a shelf on either side to rest his arms.

"I love the feel of silk," I remarked as my hands slowly slid up his muscular thighs to the bottom of his shorts.

His eyes were fixed to my face, still as big as saucers, while he watched me prepare to give him an incredible blow job.

One hand moved to cup his heavy balls while the other slid up along the silk-protected shaft to softly caress the flaring corona at the base of his cock head.

As I skillfully caressed him, he uttered his favorite word, "Sweet."

I could feel the matrix of throbbing veins along the shaft as I slowly slid my hand up and down its pulsing length.

One sexy fingertip circled the flaring corona, then up to a tiny wet spot of pre cum that appeared at the tip.

I moved my finger to my lips, tasting the first droplet of his sweet fluid, then used his word to describe the taste, "Sweet."

His stare continued as I slipped my hands down to lightly scratch at his muscular naked thighs, then clawed their way up again, this time under the silk prison that still covered his loins.

I used ten sexy nails to tickle his nut sack lightly, then cupped one solid ball in my palm as my other hand slid up along the length of his cock.

My fingertips reached the head, and I felt the flesh surge as my nails teased his most sensitive flesh.

He was enjoying my teasing as he didn't move a muscle or speak a word while I played with his cock, but my craving to see it urged me on.

My hands slipped from under the silk and then quickly moved up to the waistband of his boxers. I smiled at him as I hooked my fingers over the elastic and slowly began to slip them down his hips.

I stared intently at the fabric band as it slipped down, finally exposing the flaring head and soft corona. A second droplet of pre cum appeared at the tiny slit, but I let it ooze down over the head as I slid his boxers off and let them drop to his ankles.

Leaning back just a little, I gazed upon his glorious prick. From the bulbous head with a glistening streak of pre cum to the flaring corona, the solid shaft covered with pulsing veins and down to his large scrotum and the twin orbs of sperm-producing testicles contained within this cock was magnificent. Perfectly shaped and curving up toward his abdomen.

I looked up into his eyes as my hands slid up the back of his legs to the crease where they joined his ass, and he returned my stare, patiently waiting for the moment I'd engulf his beautiful cock.

I moved one hand around and gently grasped him at the base of his shaft, then pulled the head toward my lips. As it neared, I pursed my lips and blew hot breath at the streak of fluid that had oozed from the slit a moment earlier. He moaned softly, knowing his wait was nearly at an end.

Without moving my lips, I planted a soft kiss and then sucked the drop of fluid from the head. My tongue slipped between pursed lips to trace up along the wet line to the slit where it had oozed from. I pressed the tip of my tongue into the tiny slit and was rewarded with still another droplet of fluid, but this time I used my soft lips to smear it down over every part of his throbbing head.

"Please suck it," he uttered.

I lowered my mouth with closed lips until they slipped over the sensitive flesh of his corona, gently massaging it as I bobbed back and forth a few times, teasing him. His sensual moan acknowledged that he loved my technique.

My saliva glands were providing copious amounts of spit, and I let him slip from my soft lips and then began applying oral lubricant to his entire cock shaft and balls with a flat wide tongue. Once it was glistening tip to base, I again looked up into his lecherous stare. "I love being throated," I whispered.

I reached up, grasped his left wrist, and pulled his hand to my head. He instantly slipped his hand behind me as I pulled his pulsing cock down so it pointed directly at my open mouth. His hand pressed me forward until the head disappeared beyond my lips. Inch by throbbing inch, his shaft followed until the tip pressed into the opening of my throat. He paused for a moment until I permitted him to proceed with my lustful gaze up toward him.

He pressed again with a firm hand, and the flaring head slipped into the moist confines of my throat.

I moaned lustfully as he slipped deeper and deeper into my throat until my nose pressed into his pubic hair, and my tongue slipped over my teeth to tease his nut sack.

Holding me firmly, he softly spoke, "That feels fucking incredible."

I swallowed, providing him with a throat massage, and felt his cock surge deep in my throat.

His second hand moved to join the first, and I felt him grab handfuls of hair just before he pulled me back until his cock head slipped past my lips.

A long string of thick saliva stretched from my mouth to the glistening head of his cock, and when it snapped, it splashed down into the soft cleavage between my tits.

I gave myself up to this glorious cock and begged, "Throat fuck me."

I felt his grip tighten, and he slowly began moving my mouth toward his cock. In one long, slow movement, he was engulfed in hot, moist throat tissue, and I again swallowed to heighten his pleasure.

I moved my hands up to fondle his balls and to be ready to push him back when I felt the need to breathe, but he began pulling back until his cock head slipped from my throat, then stabbed it back in so I was able to grasp for air between thrusts.

After several minutes of letting him control the tempo, I pressed against his thighs, signaling that I wanted him to withdraw completely. His flaring cock head slipped out of my mouth, and another even thicker string of saliva drooped from his cock to my tongue, then splashed between my tits.

I had been crouched in front of him, balancing myself on those incredible stilettos for quite some time, and my knees had begun to ach, so I dropped to my knees and straightened my spine.

"Let me show you a couple of other tricks," I softly said as I grasped his pulsing cock at the base of his shaft.

Extending my tongue, I slapped his cock head against the moist flesh several times, then used it to smear my lips and chin with moisture.

His hands slid down and began moving over my tits, pressing them together and then apart and tweaking the erect nipples with his fingertips.

I rose even higher and slipped his cock between and into the soft wet cleavage. He instantly pressed the flesh together, capturing his throbbing cock.

"Fuck my tits," I pleaded.

His hips thrust up, causing the head to pop out above, and I quickly spat on it, adding lubricant to the soft, warm flesh.

As he thrust up, I lowered my chest, giving him a superb tit fuck.

His eyes were glued to my chest as he continued humping the soft orbs of pleasure.

"I wanna taste you again," I said as I leaned back, causing his cock to slip from the wet flesh between my tits.

He groaned deeply as I took the head in my mouth and began sucking hard on the tip, my soft hand stroking the length of his shaft.

My cheeks sucked in tight against the corona as I began stroking him faster and faster.

"That's it make me cum!" he exclaimed.

His cock shaft swelled as he approached the point of no return, and I sucked even harder on the head, wanting my sweet thick cocktail of cum.

My hand became a blur of movement as I worked to jerk him off in my mouth.

His body shuddered just before a low guttural moan escaped his throat, then trailed off as his cock exploded inside my mouth.

A sea of thick sweet-tasting cum filled my mouth as he shot his load. His hands moved to my head and held me firmly in place as his balls pumped hot cum until it began seeping from the corners of my mouth.

I could do little more than hold on for dear life until his cock flow began to slow.

"Fucking A!" he exclaimed as his orgasm began to subside and the rock-hard cock shaft began to soften some.

I let him slip from my lips, then tilted my head back to show him the tremendous cum load he'd rewarded me with. My mouth was filled to overflowing, and cum began to dribble over my lip and down across my chin.

I closed my lips and swallowed his huge cum load, almost gagging as it slipped into and down my throat.

"Wow, that was huge!" I exclaimed once I could speak.

My hand grasped his cock, and I used it to collect the wad on my chin and then licked and sucked every beautiful drop that had escaped my mouth.

He stepped back, then bent at the waist, pulling his silk boxers and slacks back up his legs. Once he'd buttoned up his shirt, he looked down at me and said, "That was one hell of a blow job."

I just smiled back at him, still savoring the wondrous taste of his cum.

"I gotta get back out front." he said as he moved toward the front, then added, "You can clean up in the bath."

He disappeared, and I looked down over my body, still glistening with a mixture of saliva and dribbled cum, then headed to the bath.

After wiping my tits dry with rough brown paper towels, I slipped my tank top back on and started toward the sales floor, but before I could, he appeared again in the doorway.

He held a bag in one hand and two shoe boxes in the other. His broad smile confirmed that he had enjoyed my oral sex immensely.

"I put your shoes in here. You earned a free pair of stilettos," he smiled.

I slipped by him and stopped at the sales counter. On a scrap piece of paper, I wrote elegantescorts.com and handed it to him just in case he wanted more of my talents and was willing to pay the second time around.

As I walked to the mall exit, I thought not only did I get a pair of one hundred and twenty-five dollar shoes for free, but maybe I'd be able to add him to my list of happy clients. I'd sure like a chance to feel that sweet cock buried in my hot pussy or tight ass sometime in the future.