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legs, touching my clit with my index and middle fingers, watching Mark’s cock grow harder with each swirl I took.
    “Do not come. I want to do that for you,” he said.
    He reached out, pulling my hand from my thighs. I spread my legs as his fingers glided over my clit and folds and then into my pussy. I shuddered, because they were cold, and they were also large and long.
    “Come for me, come for me,” he said as he finger fucked me.
    I would do anything he asked. This time I did not have to fantasize about being with him because now I had the real thing. I held his shoulders. The muscles strained against my fingers as pleasure stirred in my thighs. I dug my toes against the wood floor, throwing my head back and crying when he brought about my wonderful release.
    “I want to see your pussy up close,” said Mark, grabbing me and pushing me down onto the bed.
    He stood, picked up one of the candles and held it above my body. I spread my legs, feeling him open my labia with one hand while he still held the candleholder in the other. He wiped away the juices that had seeped from me and then held his fingers to the light. They glistened.
    “Was it good?” he asked.
    “Your fingers have a magic touch.”
    No lies, no playing games like I do with the men. This was real. This was the truth.
    “Turn over onto your side.”
    He put the candle down, and I turned onto my right side, feeling Mark get onto the bed and slide up beside me.
    “My cock likes it when a lady is on her side,” he whispered.
    “How many women have you been with, I mean, apart from your wife?”
    “Four before I married her.”
    He slapped my buttocks before sliding his hands over the right cheek and down my crack. Mark pushed my leg forward. The tip of his cock teased my pussy opening, exciting me in a way I never thought possible.
    He kissed the back of my earlobe, flicking his tongue across it and then down onto my neck. Mark grabbed both my nipples, pulling them while he ran his tongue along my shoulder blade. This felt so different to the men who paid me to be with them. Rough but yet tender. A man who caressed my body as if he worshipped it and was not just paying for the pleasure. How I had missed this sort of intimate contact.
    It seemed as if he were taking forever to enter me, his cock sitting at the entrance with me getting so desperate I wanted to reach behind me, grab his shaft and shove it inside.
    And then it happened. He speared me, taking me by surprise, making me grab the bed clothes and bunch them with my fists. His body slapped against mine, and despite the chill in the room, his sweat dripped onto my back He was rough and hard, and he was a man in desperate need of release. Men are often like this when they hire my services while their wives are pregnant and they are in need of a fuck.
    I closed my eyes as his cock touched the back of my pussy. It felt so right, so perfect, for me to be doing this with a man who was not a client, who was not paying me for the privilege of using my body for an hour or so.
    I raked my hands across the bedclothes while feeling a stirring in my thighs. I was on a ride to the pinnacle of an orgasm. I tried to hold on to the feeling for as long as I could, but finally let my release wash over me. A tear ran down my cheek. I wished he could find me another way to make a living. And for him to be in my bed every night when I returned home from that job.
    Mark slid out of me, turning me over onto my back. I reached up and stroked his face. He had grown even more handsome since the day I had seen him at Sir Michael’s house. He pushed my legs apart as he wedged his body in between my thighs. This time he entered me quickly and hard, riding me, pushing my body up to meet his. He was clearly a man who knew what he wanted, and I knew that was to find his own sweet release.
    As I raised my buttocks and then wrapped my legs around his hips, his cock was forced backward, sending my body into dire need for more