It made me confident at once that there was a man of the law who surely knew the directions to anywhere in that goddamned place. I came up to the back...seat door and stood there, waiting the door would be opened for me. I became glad when I saw a Turkish policeman get out and move out to me. Without saying anything to each other I was waiting for him to open the door for me like my butler. The uniformed guy came up to me and grabbed by my arm roughly and bundled me into the car. How that bastard. Jijini cleaned her up very fast and went out. I was like shit it’s all over . I went near the door to hear wat They were talking. Jijini was saying it was my birthday and she didn’t buy any gifts and this was the only way to satisfy me.Then I heard febi , it’s ok I can understand and she was promising she won’t tell any one.Sometime there was silence and febi asked jijini are u going to finish it. Jijini was like stun. Febi was asking can I see his dick. Then jijini. Wat the hell.Febi if u. I rub it across your heated nipples, watching them swell and grow even harder, their stiff peaks jetting up from the soft mounds of your tits. I bend over and lick at them, swirling my tongue around first one, then the other, squeezing and massaging your beautifully massive formed hills. I drop the quickly melting ice down into your cleavage, and trace a line down towards your open legs. It finally melts just at the beginning of your pubic mound, and I pause for a moment to admire its shape. The first – and still a dream – is one of my co-workers is a part-time escort. I book her, she comes to my place, we fuck and then go about our normal life in the office pretending nothing happened. The second scene did happen recently. I had to goto the office on a Sunday – and just before a bank holiday – the place was empty – just me.Well I got on with my work – until, not unusually, I got the horn. I couldn’t get it out in the office/at my desk. But I did remember something which I could.