”“Shopping? We went shopping a couple of days ago. I shouldn’t need to go again for a few days.” I said still trying for the village idiot cro...wn I guess.“Not that sort of shopping, we need to find something for us to wear to the party.”“Party, what party.” I squeaked, what was happening to me I’ve never squeaked before in my life, or is it lives. I was kind of excited at the idea of going to a party, yet at the same time the idea terrified me.“Mark’s best friend is holding his birthday bash. I felt my cock begin to harden as I lay there and even began to play with myself beneath the hot soapy water before snapping myself back to reality. Good things come to those who wait. As I towelled myself dry, I admired the lingerie as it lay upon the bed. I had bought it for her for no other reason than I wanted it myself. Expensive and deliciously soft, she had worn it under a flowing summer dress. I thought of that day we spent together while I dressed. As I eased the stockings over my. You could see that she was already wet,he knelt in front of her and started to gently push his tongue into her wet slit. She started to squirm and moan. My wife's hand was now furiously sliding in and out of her own pussy. The man was now wanking himself as he licked and tongued her faster and faster.She was massaging her beautiful breasts pinching her nipples. When suddenly she threw her head back and screamed, grabbing his head and grinding herself against his face. A curious calmness fell. Belle was a high-class London escort, she worked for a top agency and was at the top of her game. She had many clients that were regulars and she loved her work. Sometimes she even loved the sex too! Why did she sell herself to men? Because she loved sex and money that's why and she did she loved sex it was one of the things she was good at. Ben was a perfect client, he was respectful and always looked after Belle. He had brought her many lavish gifts, she had even been away on holiday with.