The escort
As she opened the door, the smell of fear hit me. I always got it when I went to pay for sex. If my wife found out she would kill me, but the excitement and desire always overwhelmed me. I slid past her at the door as she looked over to see if anyone else in her building had witnessed me enter. I walked passed a closed door into a lounge/bedroom/kitchen. I passed her the money and started to undress her. I had the feeling we were not alone, and she admitted her boyfriend was in the toilet. So i...