Frankie you never said you were married while you were fucking my ladies. Cindy screams WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FUCKING YOUR LADIES? Oh well Franki... has ran up a $850.00 bill fucking my whores plus another $1000 on the tables and I'm here to get my money do you have it? No and I'm not paying it even if I had it! Well that's where your wrong see tonight you and Frankie are either paying me or working it off but, one way or another I'm getting paid tonight! But I told you we don't have it to. See,it suddenly occured to me that these were the type of people I needed to meet.I had to learn how to dress and appear as a real woman.This was accomplished with the help of a couple of really nice drag queens I met there,Misty and Diana,and a lot of patience on my part. I would come home from work and put on my "face"EVERY day,experimenting,calling those two with questions and removing and starting all over if I didn't like the results.I also put on heels and walked around my apartment 'til. My mom informed dad that she will be back after a week due to post-function rituals. My dad and maid were overjoyed. My dad fucked her happily. They paused their session for a while and then continued.During the next session, my maid was riding my dad and they were enjoying it. It was 5 pm. The love couples got up and came to the hall and my dad sat on the sofa totally nude and exhausted. He was sweating profusely. Even my maid sat on the sofa nude. Wow, her figure was amazing. That was why my. Emily’s head was craned downward. Her hair tickled my chest. I hoped, at that moment, that I would get her pregnant. Emily’s birth control would be canceled out by the wine and months later she would have my child. We would fuck every day while raising this half-hispanic, half-Germanic-looking child, and then we'd divorce and I'd go live in a cave somewhere and never fuck another woman again. “I’m sorry,” Emily said, freezing in place while my dick slowly went limp. She laughed a high pitch.