As I made dinner, several time I would stop and finger myself, just for a moment of relief, then lick my fingers clean. When I'm horny like this, even...my own pussy tastes wonderful. As I set the table, I took my fork and rubbed it gently against my pussy, making it very wet, then setting it at my place. Then my mind went off the rails, I took the utensils from the two other place setting and did the same, coating all of them with my pussy fluids.I don’t know what we had for dinner, but watching. You look around the room and see a note on the beside table with a glass of water. The water... you hadn't realized how much you needed it. You've got a desert thriving in your mouth and throat. After drinking the entire glass you turn your attention to the note. "Gone out for a bit. Rest up and shower. You're going to need it when I return." You can't help but smile at brevity of the note and the promise laced within. A shiver runs through your whole body at that prospect. Or is it a promise?. Other than that it was Chloe’s twin….. literally! Chloe got up quickly and walked towards her. “Cassie! You weren’t due home until tomorrow”“who cares!… why is my married twin sister fucking a strange man on my living room carpet!?”“MARRIED!” I said not believing my ears. As Chloe turned to me and shrugged. As I went to find my clothing. I could here them yelling at each other about how this isn’t the first time she has done this. She was tired of being the cover for the infidelity of her. At first she was a bit shocked but when I said it would just be for men to look and not touch she warmed to the idea. This was a few years ago before the Internet was really going so little adverts appeared in cheap newspapers at the time advertising massage services but were really prostitutes. The going rate for prostitutes then was between £20 to £40, so we knew that as this was just a looking service, but allowing the guys to masturbate, we would have to pitch the fee a lot less.So we.