Her cubicle was just six feet long facing a blank wall with a constantly changing advertising screen across the fifteen foot wide corridor, the black painted wooden sides gave no view to either side so she relied on the sound as girls were made offers and accepted or not, and surprisingly it seemed trade was brisk despite the fee for one night only being raised to a flat rate of two thousand pounds. The man shooting his load wrenched her back to reality, “Oh that’s so good,” she lied. “But it’s me, Kitty!” Kitty protested. It smelled and tasted of piss she decided and quite suddenly it exploded a tiny amount of rubbery cum into her mouth and his eyes rolled and he staggered as if having a stroke. “His Lordship asked not to be disturbed,” Mrs Hancox his cleaner/ housekeeper explained. “I had my Viagra,” he said, “Perhaps he needs a kiss?”
Kitty knelt down and bent her head to the soft pale pink member and breathed softly over it and as it stiffened so she eased
