Finally, another appointment to report on. Unfortunately, however, it was pretty dull as far as these things go. Another lawyer. (What is it with lawyers and hookers? High stress job/disposable income/limited time?) Met for coffee, had a fairly boring conversation about my real job (or maybe it's just boring to me since I feel like I'm always answering the same exact questions) and then I followed him home. Very obviously married with children. We retired to his home office. We sat on his couch. I asked him what he had in mind, and what he had in mind was oral--and could he come twice? I must say this was the very first time I've ever given a blow job right next to a child's Playskool desk, something I noted at the time and found kind of oddly amusing. He was pretty chill about the whole experience. I could tell he's hired working girls before. I think he enjoyed the experience more than I did. Most of the time (unless the guy turns out to be an ass) I have fun. I mean, I really actually enjoy myself. But today---well, it felt more like work than fun. I'm not even sure exactly why. The gentleman was perfectly nice and polite and attractive. Maybe it was the Bruce Springsteen CD that was on in the background. Ha. |
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