Illicit sex romp for the hot Hertfordshire girls

It was a raunchy romp, the well endowed guy loving every second as he gave my hot Hertfordshire girl torso a very close examination indeed. In his expert hands my whole body was quivering and I felt like screaming in pleasure but of course, in a hospital triage cubicle, sheltered only by a flimsy fabric screen our sighs and moans of passion would surely have been heard so I fought against my natural urges and kept as quiet as I could.

By now I was no longer riding the stallion but was instead bent over the flimsy examination table, my bottom perched perfectly for his hard stiff manhood. His excitement was palpable as he greedily took what he wanted, probably afraid to even pause for a moment lest he should wake up from some kind of dream. But if it was a dream for him then for me it was a strange kind of nightmare. Whilst I was enjoying the hot sex in Hertfordshire I wasn’t enjoying the fact that Vincent was only a matter of yards from us as he orchestrated the A and E’s response to the influx of accident victims.

I don’t know why I was so worried really as I knew just as much about his secrets as he did mine, that by night I was the lusty Escort for hire Jodie, with a penchant for hot submissive sex, being controlled and enjoyed by a strong and confident, commanding man. And Vincent was just that. When he took control it was as if a hundred light bulbs immediately lit up in a room, such was the tangible burst of sexual electricity and excitement. And when Vincent was aroused nothing was going to stop him from having his pleasure. He had made love to me on several occasions now and I was a willing partner in his elaborate and erotic sex games. But it was the thought that he was ‘my boss’ at work and the looks that would inevitably pass between us that worried me really. Should I look for another job?

At that moment my mobile rang and I sprang to my feet and quickly rearranged my underwear before sneaking away when Vincent was distracted elsewhere, my bemused lover shooting me a disappointed look as I disappeared around a corner and away from my predicament. My sex session however had only served to make me all the more horny so I hatched a plan: what if the best escort in Hertfordshire were to call Vincent in say an hour, when things had settled down and offered to meet him at his work place? Would he be up for a silk stockinged encounter, an afternoon romp with his favourite sexy Hertfordshire girl?