Helen returned my kiss, and we shifted into a French kiss before breaking contact. I could tell that Helen was a bit nervous, and I was not surprised,... because this was her first experience with a gigolo.I took her hand and led her to the sofa where we both sat down very close together. My recent visits to the back seat of cars with a girl had given me plenty of experience to follow through with Helen. I simply treated her as another one of my high school "dates." I put my arm over her shoulders. " in a breathy voice. I am panting gasping breaths, as you nibble behind my earlobe and unbutton my blouse. The fabric of my shirt flutters to the floor, as you throw it away from me. I sigh and rub my aroused breasts, as you take off your shirt. I take my warm hands and run them all over your hot chest, loving the feel of the soft hair. I smile manically as I get to your nipples. You look down at me warily, as I continue grinning wolfishly up at you. Suddenly, I move forward and press my moist. I had no black skirts. At least I already had some blacklace-up shoes that looked as if I could walk the specified ten miles inthem. I would not have to wear a new pair in. kayK, so did I haveenough money for these clothes? In my wallet were only fifteen poundscash and a credit-card. There must be statements for that somewhere soI went back to the documents drawer.The state of my finances was alarming. I owed over three hundred on thecredit card, I had a overdraft of forty in my current account. She proceeded to unbuckle her belt and slip off her jeans. Now standing in her bra and underwear, she paused."All of it," the man snapped. "Oh, and the jewelry, too." Irina plucked out the earrings she wore and tossed them onto the floor into the pile, followed by the necklace and ring she always wore. Realizing that there was no more postponing of the inevitable, she unfastened her bra and tossed it on the floor. While covering her chest with her left arm, she then used her right arm to wiggle.