Nash’s hand began to run up the inside of my shirt. Closing my eyes, I let whatever emotions were coming completely sweep over my body. Mr. Nash’...s hands were cold and manly. Manly being as they were rough and rugged. I liked that more then I could explain. There was just something about a man who could make you feel like you were going to be protected and completely taken care of. That was what I was hoping to get out of all of this. I wanted him to protect me, but I wanted him to take care of. Each of us had our hands on the others butt and we ground our hips together. She pushed me back on to the bed and asked for a condom. She put it on me using her mouth, unrolling the last bit with her fingers. She then straddled me, my cock going deep in Lyn's wet pussy as she sat on me. She rode my cock hard, bouncing on me as I played with her tits. Getting off me she went down to suck and lick her juice from my cock. She got on all fours and I eagerly licked her dripping pussy and ass before. The car drove up as she left the house. The occupant was glad to see that she had made sure that he wouldn't be kept waiting for her. After all, it wasn't good for a man of his standing to be seen sitting alone in the car. He drove up alongside her, applied the brakes and opened the door.She glided in effortlessly and gave him a weak smile. He laughed at her sarcastically, "Surely you can do better than that. I've paid enough for my evening of pleasure." Amelia tried to give him a brighter. I blew through that first stack of chips like a drunken sailor on shore leave before the breakfast buffet was set up in the restaurant, and toddled off of bed a broke but happy man with a pair of $1000 high class hookers under my arms when I went off to bed. They were worth every cent of Joel's money — I'll remember that night for a very long time. Naturally they cleaned out my room before they tiptoed out early the next morning of every cent that I had in cash left over from last night, but.