The London lady who called Fire Extinguisher
Man insisted on a contract for sex. She wanted his services for two days. She
insisted on each of them reading, agreeing and signing the sex contract for
services rendered, by the gigolo, so he would be eventually paid. If he broke
the terms of the contract, his fee was forfeited. She offered him £2000 for the
three days. He was determined not to fail, it was a lot of cash, enjoyment and
responsibility.
Her name was Terri. She was a professional
career woman with no time for relationships or marriage. Being a CEO of three
companies, two which were listed on the Stock Exchange, gave little free time.
What spare time she had was both precious and expensive. Terri always got what
she wanted, both in business and in pleasure.
The contract read:
To Fire Extinguisher Man.
You must do what I say, when I say. Or face punishment.
Simple as that. I am the Boss and in
charge.
Signed, Terri and Fire Extinguisher Man.
Terri licked his balls, stroked his bell end
with her thumb, and took her time. She knew Fire Extinguisher Man was in heaven.
Then she sucked him. She was an expert and made sure he never came. At last she
mounted him, riding his enormous cock for some minutes.
"Ok, I've checked you out and I like
what I see and feel and fuck. You're on top now. Move it!" Terri ordered.
It was roles reversed and he was top dog.
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