“Miss Sondra told me to give you this so you can change into it for her,” room service tells me as she departs. “And my clit honey, how did you know I like a tongue on my clit? Can we confirm some arrangements?,” she asks confidently two minutes later. And kissing and licking a good, big ass is my favorite fetish.”
“Would you like me to wear my crotch-less, backless leather slacks for you while we have dinner honey?,” Sondra teases as I watch her put them on, then her heels. Are you looking at my ass in the mirror?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groan as my body shakes and I blow for her. I am Jon, in my mid-thirties I moonlight as a high class male prostitute. “Tell me exactly what he is doing to you Sondra.”
“Fucking me beautifully, he really is nine-inches and hung, rock hard, just magnificent. Can we confirm some arrangements?,” she asks confidently two minutes later. “Then use me, act out your favorite fetish honey,” Sondra smiles as she stands with her legs wide apart in front of a wall length mirror.
