They were pure junkie whore material. Also they wore almost no clothing. Strips of cloth which barely covered anything. They might as well have been s...anding around naked."What? ya'll got a thing for meth head whores," I said with a laugh."I wouldn't say that too loud, a couple of those women are married to these guys," Eddie said."And that changes what? other than their names," I said."You got a smart mouth on you that's for sure," Eddie said. "I wonder if it's good for anything but pissing. They all knew that they had shared similar experiences but of course all chose to keep their own personal insights to themselves. Their husbands, confident in the social accomplishments of their wives, were free to converse on matters of business and the politics of the day.I looked around the room listening to the discussions, observing those who had passed through my portals, suffered under my whips, learned to ride the mechanism. Bright eyed, attentive, women and their successful, confident. Well they loved it that‘s enough. So while chatting over email all of a sudden V asked her number wherein she was mentioned on the signature of the email. As V ignored the same and was too much engrossed in the chat but not to get embarrassed he said that he knew that the number was there on the signature of the email but still needed her permission to take her number and call her. I guess may be that impressed her. So V called her one odd day. as V did not had a bike so he asked S to come to. Rachel was a different person after he used her for anal satisfaction. She kissed his face like some crazed schoolgirl and told him,"I love you so much, Brett. Promise me you will do that to me again. I feel like a woman again and I want to make you happy. I have to get back to the church or my husband will think I am doing something sordid. If he knew what you did to me, it would make him very angry only he would take it out on me and not on you."With the satisfied housewife departed, Brett.