Connie broke out some beers, and then some tequila.I was as surprised as Janet when Connie pulled some $100 bills out of her purse“Janet, do you wan... to make some extra money: Connie asked“huh: Janet replied. “doing what?”“Why don’t you strip for us?’“Are you serious?”“yeah, how about one hundred?”“gee I don’t know”……………………“200”“in front of both of you?”“yeah…………..what do you think?” “I bet you could use some extra money”It took a couple more minutes and Connie convinced her. Connie turned. The neckline was low and plunging. Her breasts were round and full.She had long legs and a nice ass. She was tall and smiled when he approached her. He wondered what her story was. Why was she dressed like that and sitting in a train station alone on a rainy and wet night? He hoped he would find out. His cock was straining in his pants. He needed her to love him. He wanted to hold her and feel love from her.He was a nice guy who had a big heart. He mostly slept with prostitutes because he. And then it came to me. It was really quite simple. I typed an email to Ruth. Ruth You're right, Jeanne and I do need to talk. I've thought of a way we can do it and still preserve the distance I feel we need at this time. She can call my motel room phone. When you talk to Jeanne, suggest that she wait until she gets home to make the call. I suspect it will turn out to be a long call. She'll want to be comfortable and in a place where she won't be disturbed. If Jeanne has plans after work. As she slip up and down on my cock, I reached up and began to suck and squeeze her tits. She began to beg out loud, “Pinch my nipples, baby, hard…” Not wanting to disappoint her, I complied with her wishes, but much harder that I would ever pinch Jean’s nipples. I guessed she liked it as she moaned loudly again and again. She kept riding me and eventually reached down and fingered her clit that bought on another orgasm. She cried out in pure pleasure. As her second orgasm subsided.