Most were spitters, but there were a few surprising women who wouldn't give up my cock until they had every drop of cum down their throats. These wome...n were rare and usually short timers on the Avenue.About three months into my twice weekly prowls, I stopped for a lanky, short haired, plain looking blond who introduced herself as Karen. After pocketing her $20 rate she got down to work. Twenty seconds in she had me as hard as rock and balls deep.. For a guy who's enjoyed hundreds of blow jobs,. " "Yes, what?" "Yes, Master." I went into the bathroom, used the toilet and ran the hot water. When I stepped into the shower, I heard him walk into the bathroom. He opened the door and joined me inside. "Wash me. Make sure you get on your knees and do a good job." "Yes…Master," the word was a little hard to adjust to at first. I ran the soap over his body, working it into a lather. I began at his neck, caressing him with my hands down the length of his body. I knelt before him. I gently. I sense your pending climax has subsided and I start to slowly enter you with my manhood. Slowly an inch at a time goes in, and after ever small thrust I move out. Finally I am buried in you, my balls resting against your ass and our pubic bones pressed together. I rest in that position for a minute, it feels so damned good, but really, I am prolonging your orgasm as long as I can. I suck on your tits and begin making small circles with my hips. You are thrusting up to get me in further as I. This is my favorite gin.” He showed her the bottle. Ian returned, frustrated about not finding an appropriate flower urn. “Ian, please be bartender today. Do you mind serving us?” “Not at all my dear. I will make martinis and then find something to put the flowers in.” They chatted about the couple's American tour, Karl’s career and retirement. Alec was an executive secretary for a museum in London; Ian did something in government. It was her second marriage, his first. Ian had stayed single.