If only he’d played it slow, he’d be balls deep by now rather than nursing a fat lip and torn pants from being physically bounced from the club. T...e joys of management. I quickly got to the purpose of my call, what could he tell me about my new friend, Maria-Rosa. The name didn’t ring a bell but with as much of a description as I could provide, his memory was quickly refreshed. He was in on her initial hire. She had been recommended by a fellow dancer and he was duly impressed with both her. My first question to her was if she had just used it? She nodded shamefully. I asked why she didn’t call me up to satisfy that craving? She replied that she didn’t want to ask me after we had a blazing row the night before. She thought I would say no. I laughed at this and lent in to kiss her softly on her forehead and apologised for making her feel like that. With the dildo still in my hand, I turned to look at my fiancé and with a smile on my face asked if it had fully satisfied her. To my. I looked all over the sitting room and the bedroom and I can guarantee my stuff was not there. There was nothing I could do but go back to Michelle’s room. When I entered back into her room, still naked, Michelle was sitting on her couch nursing both the infant and the year old baby. Standing next to Michelle was Mattie. Both Michelle and Mattie looked at me appraisingly and both of their gazes focused on my inflating ego. ‘My backpack isn’t in the room. No razor, no toothbrush, no clothes,’ I. Grabbing hisclothes he ran for the patio door, managing to slide itopen, then I heard him swear as he fell over a bush inthe garden. I giggled, then stifled it. What the fuckwas I laughing for? I sat up, looking at the kitchenblind, my hand searching on the floor for my nightie.The drink excuse was OK, but being nude wasn’t going tolook too convincing.I found the nightie, and started to turn it right wayout. I wasn’t busted anyway, someone would have comecharging in by now and given.