Back in the guest room again. Ryan appears to be wearing the same sweatpants as last time, but he has a worn T-shirt on, too. His wallet is already on the dresser, and as I close the door behind us, he pulls out not one but two crisp fifty dollar bills. “How much will this buy me?” he asks with a grin.
I move towards him, already reaching for the waistband of his sweats. “You want me to blow you?”
His arm comes up around my waist, his hand dropping to cup one ass cheek through my jeans. “How about a peek back here? No penetration, I promise.”
Usually I’d say no. I don’t get off on ass-play. I just don’t. I had one client try it when I first started out in the gay for pay business, and all I ended up with was a wetness between my buttocks I couldn’t wash away fast enough.
But a hundred
