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 love...d 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. Feeling her groan into my mouth as my fingers turn and cup her smooth wet cunt. Her lips already slick with her juices.My middle finger slides along her wet needy slit from perineum to clit hood, hearing her gasp as my finger traces her folds. My finger pushing her hood up, feeling the pearl ease out, throbbing as my fingers smear her cunt juices over it.I feel her shuffle her legs wider apart as she leans against the wall of the cubicle. Her wet knickers bulging as my hand presses against her,. The most striking thing is that even at this age, he had hair of a teenager very light moustache, sparse beard. He shaved once in a week.Now he was standing naked in front of me. He had very light hair on his arms and legs. No hair on the back or the ass. I was looking at his smooth chocolatey back and nice round, fleshy and juicy buns. He had a slender neck and sharp shoulders. His arms were slightly fleshy and supple. He had slight moobs that resembled the breasts of young girl black nipples. I reach out and run my hand up and down her firm thigh.My cock begins to stiffen excited by the feel of her skin. Rose turns to face me placing her legs slightly apart. I can see her shaven pussy close to me and smell the freshness of her."Good morning, Mr Guest," she says cheekily."Good morning to you, my dear hostess," I reply.I sit up, sliding myself to the edge of the bed. Rose is now inches away from me. I massage her thighs with my hands. Her legs stiffen showing taut muscle and sinew.