Saro- Chi…leave me, idiot. You are a monster…Me- Yes. You’re feeling my monster, Saro. Don’t you like it? Why did you remind me of your boobs,... Saro? Now I have to see them too.I didn’t let her hand leave my dick. I left her other arm, slid my left hand inside her bra, and squeezed her breasts. I took her nipples in between my fingers and pulled them. I took her boob out of her bra and kept kneading it. It was wonderful to feel her boob in my hand for the first time.I leaned on her body and. Having an STD as a hooker was terrible for business, let alone my own health and I had taken huge risks in my life due to my habit of letting my clients cum in and on me for their pleasure and mine. I loved the feeling and taste and found it difficult to change my ways, even when I was working in the slums.I stood sideways staring at the mirror, wondering if that was a baby bump or just my imagination. I was nearly into my fourth month and I worried about showing when I was fucking my clients.. Her demeanor spells sweet victory while I submit to bitter fate— resigned, vulnerable and a complete mess. God, I'm such a filthy, disgusting mess.It's glorious, and I hate it.In other words, this isn't how I expected my Monday to go.~6:00 P.M. An hour before the madness.Rough black nylon. Smooth wood floors. I paced. Impatient. Thigh-high stockings brushed back and forth over the sparse one-room flat, work clothes folded neatly in the corner. How I got away with it, I’ll never know.I had gone. "Rub that little pussy. Your making me so wet. Make me come hard for you."I followed orders and concentrated on making her orgasm. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, and I knew she was getting close. She was breathing fast and kept begging me to fuck her harder. I rammed into her with full fast strokes, sending her over the edge. I felt her pussy spasm around me and get very wet. Her muscles clamped down on me hard as she came. She stopped me, and panted hard, trying to catch her.