There was still room for a new one showcasing pregnant Jenny. At my desk, I pulled a few up and reviewed some pay sites with her. "See? Just like prod...ct shooting, but the product is you."She looked at the screen with one of her funny smiles. "Hm. What would I have to do?"In short, she was up for it, so I explained my plan: four months of intensive shooting, mostly studio or here in my flat. A pay site that I could build, cheap hosting, and a PayPal account. We'd shoot enough stills and video. Donna slowly approached her “hello you must be Meghan”…as she extended her hand to the girl, as she looked up at Donna with her blue eyes Donna went weak at her knees.She then smiled and took Donnas hand in hers “that must make you donna”, Donna blushed like a little girl, “may I take a seat?” Meghan shows the empty chair opposite to her with her free hand “please do”.Meghan leaned in “so tell me why did you get into being a sugar mamma?”, Donna spends the next thirty minutes telling Meghan her. Poor Teddy, I briefly thought, slated to be cucked on his wedding night, too, but then I recalled that he enjoyed such games, didn’t he?Besides, I fully intended to steal away in the night in time to join my own wives in bed and make sure that I didn’t neglect them. Between Hannah, Autumn, Xia Delan, Becca, Sardha, Raquel, Tara, Leah, Kylie Anne, Kelly Rae, Stacy, Eve (or “Evie,” as I often affectionately called the succubus), Charity, Bonnie, Diana, Sarai, Julie, Natalie, Jessica, Emma,. I’m a liar and I’ve always been a liar. To flippantly say that I’ve lied about a few things doesn’t even begin to describe it because I’m not some run of the mill, average, every day, liar. It’s not like, I’m the guy who lies about how many drinks I had after work or why there are lipstick marks on my collar. It’s not that I lie about my income or exaggerate about my last round of golf. I wish it was that easy to explain. It’s not, it’s far worse than that. I’m a professional liar. My father.