When I walked back into the lounge the other two were giggling like schoolgirls, “Oh…oh… milk ‘er, milk ‘er!” they laughed. He must have been 6 feet tall and about 16 stone. I was shaking with nerves and excitement as I asked him if he wanted to take a shower first. Hunt put the phone down and called me to the desk, “I’ve got a special request for Thursday at 8.” My ears suddenly perked up at the mention of ‘special request’, this usually meant extra cash. Mike caught my gaze as I stared at his stiff cock standing out from a neatly trimmed forest of grey/brown pubes and winked again, “don’t tell me that it’s the first one that you’ve ever seen.”
“No it’s not,” I chuckled, “it’s just the…first time that I’ve done…this!”
“Wanked a man for money?” Mike asked.
