A mad hour started with my wife going to get ready for his arrival. I brought our blue satin covered duvet downstairs and d****d it over the sofa and ...oved the coffee table. I also got the camera and placed it to hand as I had convinced her that we needed more pics if we were going to get anywhere on the site.She comes downstairs and I could tell she was nervous while we waited for the door. The door bell rang and I let in this attractive looking guy into my house. I showed him the front room. In fact she is the most requested stew in Lufthansa. Even though I am a geek I still like sex, but only with women. Being a finance guy, my mind works differently then most other people. Because of that fact I like to try things out, this includes women. It makes no difference if I am on the road or at home I pay for sex. I love the variety that I get. I am especially attracted to darker women, the Spanish and Black women. I don’t know why but I do.In all cases whenever I am fucking another. At least, I hoped so. I was a little worried aboutsome of the things that had happened at the salon. The sprayed on makeupthey put on my skin in the salon, the hair glued to my scalp, and thestuff they sprayed to make my voice get higher were all supposed to lastfor three months! I assumed they were all tall tales, lies, andfabrications just to make my day more fun. I'm sure they would all comeoff with a chemical remover.But, the positive was that all the sex had been fun. And I had learned. "She was right. The thumping stopped and there was a final, prolonged, note from Pat. Then there was silence."All right," Maggie whispered to Fred. "It's our turn now." The mood is ruined!" Fred snorted. "I'm too distracted to get hard again." Oh, Fred, don't say that. It was going so nicely," Maggie pleaded."How long were they at it, anyway?" Fred asked."I would say it was ten minutes—at least the thumping on the walls," Maggie answered.Fred let out and exasperated sigh. Maggie turned on her.