#432881 - This coincidental alignment of our bodies resulted in my right hand naturally lying right in front of her exposed, perfectly shaven, and seemingly pristine bits, which made it sheer impossible for me not to run my hand past her thigh and whisper: can I touch? Even after my experience with Eve, I was still very much under the impression that prostitution was purely a business of lust, and that any form of affection wasn’t appreciated. Yes, let’s make this fully and entirely clear: on more than one occasion have I spent time on the other side of those walls, accompanied by a beautiful girl. We fucked in every position I could think of, and her smile when I came was bigger than my own.