The auto-washer started it’s cycle surrounding us withsuds and jets of water. Our eyes met, and at thatmoment we knew it all,. We each knew what...the otherwanted but had never had dared to ask for.For a moment I looked away, ashamed of myself, and atthat moment two things happened; firstly, the brushesof the carwash enveloped the car blotting out the worldaround us, and secondly, my sister Jillian laid her armacross my shoulder and leaned over, bringing her faceso close to mine that I. Simple sex, no confusion. Just two people looking for pleasure. The client that was meeting her, was a regular. Regular as clockwork, every second Wednesday for two years. Ben was a executive businessman and worked all around the world. He didn't have time for a relationship and that was fine for Belle as she wasn't in a perfect state for a relationship either. Belle was a high-class London escort, she worked for a top agency and was at the top of her game. She had many clients that were. He had dark hair and eyes and judging by the buldge in his pants, he had a big dick to go along with those good looks."Amanda! Don't you dare leave this house...." That was the last thing I heard as I slammed the back door and kicked my way through the dry leaves across the row of lawns on our street. Safer going behind houses here than walking on the street.Shit. Forgot my cigarettes. A few minutes later I was knocking on Becky's door I could feel my pussy get hot. I knew she wouldn't be home. “Hello? ... you serious? Hold on.” He covered the receiver, and looked to Maria and Julias. “Jessy’s in the lobby, says some of the dogs want to get a peek at what’s going on down here.”Maria, growling like an angry badger, lowered her eyes to her tablet. “Why?”“Jess says they want to know what sort of weaponry we have. A show of good faith.”Julias groaned, not too far off from Maria’s noise. “What could they possibly gain by knowing what weapons we have?”The big guy shrugged. “Probably want to.