. his... "Tom?" Yes, my love?" Would it make you happy for me to love you? To desire you? To give myself to you, as a woman would a man?"Tom sighed. T...his was the hardest part of the process. He could just say 'yes' and take her home. She would then bend over the table and let him take her from behind. The problem would be that would be all she would be able to do. He had twenty-nine women throughout the world who would do that whenever he wanted. They would do anything they could to make him. I sucked on it hard and he moaned and I pulled back and told him “I bet those men would like fuck my face baby, can you do that?” and he grabbed my head and began doing that. I realized that being rough wasn’t his thing but seeing me used like a whore was. After a couple of minutes he pulled me off of his cock and lifted me up by the arm and pushed me to the bed “Bend over!” he snarled and he pulled my thong to the side and jammed his cock into my wet pussy. He was fucking me harder than he. As I kept doing her belly, she started to stroke my thigh, coming tantalizing close to my cock. She had a sly smile on her face. Aha she is playing the same game that I am....nice I then started to get into a 69ish position in the sense left my thighs for her to stroke while I part lay down and massaged her legs, taking time to do her inner thighs with long lingering strokes. Her pussy was pulsating and she suddenly said "why are you torturing me". I said " I don't know what you mean, please do. "I'm willing to pay extra."One night was about $70, so it would be thirty bucks for the clerk to look the other way."How many nights?" he asked."Just tonight."The man took the cash. "Name?" Uh..." I responded."How about John and Jane Smith?" he suggested."Um ... sure." Sounded good to me!Alex smiled, grabbed my arm, and gave it a good squeeze."Mr. and Mrs. John Smith," he said."Thank you." Sure. Smoking or non-smoking?" Non-smoking." Fucking or non-fucking?" What?"He smiled broadly. "I assume.