‘Do you take it up the ass?’

‘Certainly not. And I’ll thank you to keep my donkey out of this.’

He smiled. He was only a client, but at least he smiled.

'What kind of sex do you like?' I asked politely.

He actually stammered for a bit before... '-Er, um, all kinds.' Then he asked, 'What kind of sex do you like?'

No client ever asked that before. It was a good question.

'I like to see a man get hard, you know, nice and hard while he's looking at me. Then, I like to watch him play with his willy like a naughty little boy. I think it's called wanking, you know.'

I undid just one button on my blouse. His eyes were fixed on me now.

'That is how I like it.'

I call it my torture glove: it is black and ridged and rough as Hell.

I took the client’s hand and put it on my naked breast. I stroked his backside with the torture glove until it was red and raw. Of course, he didn’t mind, or even notice, with his hand squeezing my nipple. His cock was getting nice and hard.

‘Time to wank that dirty cock.’

I guided his hand and wrapped his fingers round his hard cock.

‘Dirty boy, naughty boy. I’ll tell your mother what you did. Look at you wanking your cock: you’re disgusting.’

With every word, I insinuated my gloved finger further into his backside. It would hurt a lot and go on hurting. Each client gets a fresh torture glove. I charge a lot. You can’t afford me.

He looked at my black stockings, my naked breasts. Every little helps.

‘You’re going to come, aren’t you? What a filthy thing to do. You should be ashamed. Turn round.’

I started thrusting two fingers into his bum. Harder and harder. I spanked his red, red bum. He came explosively, and I handed him a hanky.

‘Clean up that disgusting mess. You are a disgrace. What are you?’

‘A disgrace.’

‘Louder. I can’t hear you.’

‘A disgrace, miss.’

‘And don’t you forget it!’

He will be back for more.