I was 27, Joanne was 41.She still looked good.I suppose it was inevitable.I was working at home one day; Joanne had got the baby to sleep.Daniel was a... school.Joanne came into the study where I was working and began fusing about.She mumbled something.“What was that, Joanne?”“Nothing.”“You said something, Joanne.”“I said; ‘You a naughty boy’!”I stared at her; we’d never spoken of our past. It was an unspoken pact, and she’d just broken it.She stood in the center of the room, looking at me. " She reminded me, "I'm going to take you off the group gigs after this last one coming up. You have enough business lined up to keep you busy enough without group parties." What's this last gig?" It's a regular CFNM party for a big conference that's in town," Mel told me."Okay." I agreed and hung up.CFNM stood for "Clothed Female Nude Male," and it was the usual type of gig for us. We ran around naked in the crowd of women, getting them worked up enough to suck some dick while their friends. They encouraged anything that brought business but insisted on a weekly “helping” of what she was providing, nominally to check on quality.It so happened that a couple of months into her career her husband was speaking to an acquaintance who mentioned that he was staying at a nearby hotel which had excellent amenities, especially one named “Meena”. Further questioning made it clear that it was his wife who was offering the sex services. He did not reveal his connection but waited for her to. She and Danielle Desouza are the only members of staff who live in at the college and have their own rooms. Other staff members, of course, share overnight responsibilities on a roster basis. Ms Jones’ chooses; not because of any requirement for her to do so but, as a lesbian, surrounded by a great many beautiful and desirable girls, it suits her to do so and fuels her predatory sexual needs. A stunning auburn haired woman who has no qualms about revealing more, than would normally be.