200, I guess, plus a tip.''Did you think poor of the guy you paid for fucking?''Don't know what you do for a living. Yet I know your boss or your cust...omers fuck you daily on a different level. Do you feel poor when you give away a part of your life for money?'He laughed and said, 'looks like we're cut from the same cloth. Make my day, and I make yours. Let me fuck you, and I pay you 400. What do you think?'I pulled up the jeans and looked at him. He was tall, slim, muscular, cultured. A guy who. I immediately called up sister and helped the patient to lie down back and injected sedative to make him sleep. Advised the sister to leave the room and wife were crying on seeing the condition. As you all know there will be an extra bed for patients attendees in a single suite room. I took the marwadi aunty on that bed, made her sit and try to console her slowly. She kept her head on my shoulder and started crying. She started complaining abt her husband that she has not enjoyed anything with. That's what it was like. I felt her beautiful little rosebud opening up under my tongue, felt her lips down there kissing mine, felt her wet cunt squeezing my fingers. When she was close I couldn't hold off any more, and besides, she was starting to get really excited and a little noisy. The walls weren't like here. They were really soundproof, but you never knew what anyone might hear late at night when it was so quiet. And we didn't want anyone to hear us and figure out what we were doing. It. At last you arrive. Quietly reshelving the book, I roll up off the bed just in time to greet you as you walk in the door. Youre a bit apprehensive, remembering what happened last time, even knowing its not going to hurt that way this time. Well, hey, youre only human! Perhaps youve had a day or two to heal. Its not as if theres been any pressure on you from me for a repeat performance. Im still kind of embarrassed myself, to tell the truth, that I knew so much and yet so little at the same.