I removed my shirt.Eva moved toward me, and ran her hands over my chest. She massaged my shoulder.“Don’t hog him,” said Anna. “I suggested t...e shirt first.” She moved to me too, feeling the chest muscles and reaching down to my abdomen.I was befuddled by all the attention, but can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I don’t usually generate this much interest from the opposite sex.“Stand up,” said Anna.I did, not certain why. But I am used to being ordered around by women.Anna unfastened my belt and. And this was a rule we rigidly stuck to. We often drove out to a local truck stop for a bit of fun, but obviously the drivers there weren’t local so it was pretty safe. One of Jackie’s favourite pastimes after a few rum and cokes was to walk through the truck stop at around midnight wearing a short skirt, no panties, loose blouse and high heels. The clacking of the heels alerted some of the drivers to the fact that a female was out there, and when someone put their lights on she’d walk in front. But I digress. This week end, that the girls became very "wordy" and aggressive, was super sexually great. I had many orgasms. I really lose count pretty soon. Gabby always counts to give me a final tally. This week end Gabby told me that I had about 19 fucks. I said, wow almost matched the 22 from before. Then Nancy says, but Gabby tell him how we got to 19. Oh yes, this week end we brought a guest!! What???? Oh don't complain bitch, you enjoyed every minute of it. You were the perfect whore. Somewhere in the world is your soul mate, some woman who loves you for who you really are and not for your wealth. So why not search the globe with the power of the Internet? You swear you saw, for a second, a look of disappointment from Eva when you ask her to help you with your global search to find a wife. You decide to document your search for a wife as a pay-per-view streaming reality show, like a mix between The Bachelor and Big Brother without the hassle of TV network censorship of.