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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
supposed to get involved emotionally with her johns, but I always seemed to do that on some level. Most of the time I could let it go when the date was over, so it never got me in trouble. It really is not a good policy for a prostitute to follow, however, even if it does make her dates feel good. She needs to be aloof and detached, or she could wind up with a lot of emotional trauma. If we had been alone in the elevator, I am sure Dan and I would have gone back to the sensual wrestling match that we had started in the limousine, but the elderly couple who shared the elevator with us would not have appreciated the surrealism of the scene it would have created. We contented ourselves with a series of lustful looks, and his hand on my bottom in the corner of the elevator where no one could see. I did not need to see it. I could feel it, and it felt very nice. He only removed it when we got out at his floor, and walked down the corridor to his room. Dan paused a second to unlock the door, and throw it open for me. I was about to learn what being a call-girl was all about. Dan's room was large and spacious. It was not a suite, but it was almost big enough to have been one. The king sized bed all but looked small over in the far corner. In the open area in front of it there was a sofa, an upholstered chair, a small cocktail table, a television, a dresser, a desk, and a bar. It actually appeared sort of homey. The room had the feeling of just a big living room with a bed in it, but ... that bed was the main reason I was here at all. Dan took my coat, and hung it in the closet. "Helen told you what to do after we're done, didn't she?" Dan asked coming over to me, and putting his hands on my hips. "Yes she did," I answered, snaking my arms around his neck. "I wait until you're asl**p, and then dress quietly, and leave. Am I right?" Dan nodded, and said, "That's right. If this was a Friday night, I'd ask you to spend the whole night, but tomorrow's Sunday, and I..." His voice trailed off, and he gave a little shrug. "That's fine. I know what Sundays are all about. You don't ever have to explain a thing to me. I'm here to make you feel good in any way you want me to. How can I do that?" Dan just pulled me close for a long kiss. The pressure of his hard cock against my thigh through our clothes told me exactly how I could please him. "Would you like a drink?" Dan asked after a few minutes of kissing. "Yes," I replied, "but let me get them. I told you I was here to please you, so you just sit over there on the couch, and let me do it. Okay?" Dan gave me a sly, but very pleased smile, and said, "Okay. I think I'd like a brandy." Then he sat at one end of the sofa like a sheik surveying the harem girl he had picked for the night. I went to the bar. It was a little closet-like affair against the wall with a bar surface on top, and doors below concealing the shelves for the glasses, bottles, and ...