But I still secretly got off.With this particular client, Mr. Quiet Please, I faked not having orgasms. How’s that for irony?********Jokers that po...intedly refuse to get it instantly become ex-clients.Before potential clients ever get to be with me, I make sure they’ve read my lists of ten. I’ve even printed and laminated the rules and responsibilities on double-sided index cards that I can hand them for convenience.One particular time waster showed up with a holstered semi-automatic. I. He used hisLady Speedstick (with the power smell) and looked critically at his facein the mirror. He thought, I can't believe my eyebrows are so bushy!With a razor and a pair of tweezers he arched them to their normal thinsize. He crimped his eyelashes and brushed the mascara on them tolengthen them. Using eyeliner, he professionally lined his eyes, thenshadowed them with smoky brown. A bit of shiny lip gloss and he wasready for a walk.In the bedroom, he opened his drawer and removed his silky. D. was alternately rubbing his cock on Karens pussy and stroking his cock. Karen was fondling her own breasts and when his cock was rubbed on her clit, mmming. I could see Mr. D. start to insert himself into Karen. Karen – Do you have a condom? Mr. D. – No, I dont, should I stop and fuck Kat instead. Karen ummm&hellip,no&hellip,.but just dont cum inside me, ok? Mr. D. began the process of slowly inserting his big, thick cock into Karen. He would hold it and lean forward. I knew what that felt. .. Mmmmm... yeh... lick it .... oh fuck...yes... YES ... " . I hear my wife whisper to her put these in your mouth and shut up . I peek over the top of the booth wall the woman has her dress pulled up and a bright red crop of hair is between her legs with arms under the girls t-shirt massaging her breasts. The moaning is quieter now but continues encouraging my wife with her whimpers. I put her burger back in the paper bag and put it to one side i guess she will eat it later. After a few more.