We both agreed for a whole body massage and cunt licking for her. I gave her the freedom to decide then, whether to fuck or not. If at all she decided...to fuck, should use a condom. And she shouldn’t be doing blowjob! I went to a shop and bought a bottle of massage oil and a pack of condom.Just as we planned, the masseur caught a bus to our town and called me reaching the bus station. I went there and picked him up. He was in his late twenties, about 5′ 8”, dark, some 90 kg and had a pot tummy.. You may call me Mama.”I hesitated and said, “Sue."She responded by saying, “well Sue it’s nice to meet you again.” I smiled to myself and so the evening began and what a great evening it was with Mama asking me all kinds of personal questions which for some reason, I readily answered.“What is your bust size?” “36.”“Do you play with your cunt often?" “Just rub."“How many fingers can you get in?”“I don’t-I just rub.”“Have you ever penetrated you arse?”“No never.”“And do you pull your nipples and. All six of them shrank back fractionally, intimidated. It felt good. “Well, Gary, ‘that ass’ is five bills an hour,” I lied. The extemporaneous words felt right. I smiled broadly at my sudden customers, pleased with my impromptu salve to my ego. Granting wishes sucked, but getting paid, selling my wife’s cruel fantasy, sat quite well with me. “The group rate is twice that,” I amended. Five hundred was too low for first year associates who billed at three-fifty an hour and made a point of. " I said in Paige's voice, "I'll groundhis ass till he is old enough to be collecting social security." I letout a giggle in the way that Paige's voice had such disdain for Jeff,her being his mom and all.But not at the moment. Paige I busy at the moment, the new Paige ishere."And the new Paige wants to give that nice young stud across the streetan early birthday gift." I finished out loud as I began to make my wayto Jeff's room.While walking I casually slipped off the tank top Paige had.