My strong financial status not only means I have the satisfaction of being a support to my aging parents but also that I enjoy the company of friends ...who rub shoulders with ‘powerful people’.I had no intention whatsoever to quit. The ‘9 to 5’ job never attracted me anyway. Being a gigolo, I was my own boss. I worked according to my own will and there was no pressure or deadline. With the pay being handsome, that was a comfortable life that I was living.But, I feel, things would be still better. The only problem was this time the fiancé was not that imaginary. This time she’d picked a real flesh blooded man. It all started when Saint asked Claire out when they were fifteen. They’d broken up when he’d found her blowing one of his friends, but she never went away. The he made the mistake of accepting her booty call several years later. She’d firmly inserted herself back into his life and was currently on the fiancé track. ‘Rokir! Where’s Saint.’ She knew Tanyi hated it when she. I pulled down the blankets so I could see her own side with her bald pussy and her thighs rubbing together as a result of her efforts. She became more adept with her stroking technique. She became aware of her nudity but I preempted any complaints or worries by telling her not to worry, I'm only looking. She seemed okay with it, she was preoccupied after all."It's really hot." She stroked my fat throbbing erection and I helped her by moving my hips in time. "Hold it tighter please" I said under. Tony looked at me and then Pete and said, “Well there is only one solution to this matter”“What?” I asked.“You give Pete a blowjob so he gets better” Tony said to me. I was very much taken aback with the suggestion or solution whatever it was. “Are you kidding me Tony? You want me to suck on Pete’s dick?” I asked.“Yeah, well you’re a girl and well it is just a blow job not like he is asking for sex”“You must be out of your mind” I told him and started to leave the spot and go for my class. As I.