For months now, I could not cum unless I was in pain. This was a high-class glory hole. He pounced on me, fingers twisting and yanking my nipples, trying to pull them off of my body. But it was her body I noticed. He showed up at my door with audio and videotapes of our sessions, an organization chart from the place I worked part-time as a lawyer’s assistant, and a handful of legal documents. His life was the same. My cunt twitched, he was using me without even touching me. I was in four-inch heels at the time and made my way carefully down the stairs, still learning to balance on the toes of the ballet boots. Her face was seductive, breasts large and perfect, waist tiny and her backside huge and crying for cock. “Here you go. A lot. There are three customers in particular who are the hardest for me. “No. I wanted to fuck them, but every time I looked at Michael, he shook his head no.
