A girl can be in a terrible mood. She can be arrogant, or not quite ready yet, or perhaps she just came out of an hour long pounding with The Guy Who Never Came. It’s difficult to put one’s finger on it, but it happens. It happened to me, too. It was during a rather unplanned visit to the District. I was getting home from work and I was only aiming to walk through the area, when I realized: I haven’t gotten blonde laid in a while, I haven’t masturbated in days, and I really want to be inside a girl right now. I could have picked any of these gorgeous women trying to get my attention, but as I walked past a seemingly empty window, I noticed a girl sitting on the bed, playing with her phone. She was extraordinarily pretty, but as she seemed preoccupied, I walked along -- that is, until I thought: this is her job, and I’m willing to pay up, she should put her phone away and get to work! I walked back to the window, stood in front of it until she eventually noticed me, and pointed at the door knob. This is not a great strategy. She didn’t say a word the entire time I was in her room, she managed to give me the most boring blowjob I have ever had, and when I was teen ready to take it up a notch, she dragged herself on top of me, put the tip inside, held onto the rest of my dick and basically jerked me off until I finished. I was too flabbergasted to say something about it and too horny to care, but I’ve barely ever felt so disappointed in my life. But hey, every story deserves a happy ending - literally. And while this may well have been my worst sexual experience ever, I’ve also had one of massage the very best in the district. As I’ve mentioned before, one of the streets consists of several buildings that have been turned into one, where it feels like one has slightly more privacy than out on the tourist-packed streets. It was in one of those buildings, tucked away at the very back of the first floor, that I saw Camilla, a short Latina girl with beautiful curves. She didn’t necessarily invite me in, but she did smile at me, and everything about that smile said: please, if it’s going to be anyone, let it be you. How does one say no to that? As I was getting naked and cleaning up, I thought about all these old, fat, smelly guys girls like her have to deal with every day. It felt like I owed it to her to be on my best behavior, and, preferably, make it slightly less of an agony for her. I had paid her, I knew that, but from anal the moment I walked over to her, I completely forgot about that. The way she looked me in the eye when she put the condom over my semi, how she touched my belly while giving head, looking up every few seconds to see if I was still enjoying myself. Time after time, this poor girl had to deal with the most horrible of men, these arrogant bastards, who cared about nothing but themselves, who forced their wrinkly dicks inside her, only to get it out when a few puffs of barely liquid cum had filled the condom. She had to fuck people she wouldn’t even touch outside of these four walls, people she despised, people she hated, cheating, lying snobs who were only after a quick bang. And now, despite all these terrible experiences, she stood up, grabbed my hands, and helped me to pull down her panties. I fucked blowjob her. Of course I fucked her. I paid her, and she knew what her job entailed. Fucking her was inevitable. But it was different. He felt like a silly old man because he was smitten by this young woman. It could easily be called blowjob heaven. We turned to face one another. Finally she looked up at him. "I would appreciate it if you’d take this damn ribbon off me now though. While they were average in serving, they would jump into the air to anal spike anything lobbed their way. You mean to rape me? massage He teen said sure, go ahead. And I think when I take this club over they are going to go south real fast. His hands, slowly stroking my side. The next morning as we finished the light breakfast brought to us, a servant provided me with a sheer blonde saree and I was shown by one of Chowdhury’s junior wives how to put it on.