She knew they both preferred a quiet life, albeit one with a lot of polyamorous sex, but she could relate to that last part. Being able to have anyone...you want, any time you want was too much to give up, even for true love. Dragging them into the spotlight and out of their comfort zone was the easiest way at her disposal to throw them off their game. The other phone buzzed, the one that the police had been calling to report on the couple’s movements. They’d just returned to the hotel from a day. She was one of only three ugly hookers within a 500 mile radius so beggars can't be choosers.Maria had been working at the "Bubbles Bathouse" club in the valley for about ten years now. She had sucked, fucked, ridden and licked so many cocks she wouldn't even bother trying to approximate a number. Even though she wasn't in the least attracted to women, she had licked and fingered a few pussies in her time - for a fee of course. "What is that and where is your cock?" asked Maria. "What?" said. I heard the microwave and then later I vaguely heard the water running – either doing the dishes or rinsing off, I figured. Then I was out again. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me. ‘Thanks.’ I smiled back, saying nothing. ‘I wasn’t hungry before, but those hit the spot. I took a shower and read the paper, but I’m hungry again. Are you hungry too, baby?’ Her voice took on a husky quality as she said hungry a second time. She moved over to me, kissing me firmly on the neck. Her face. She reached one hand under her nightshirt and began playing with her pussy. Soon we both forgot about the video. She watched me jack off and I watched her as she increased the tempo between her legs. My hand was moving up and down my shaft ever faster. She knew I was reaching the point where I wouldn’t be able to stop from ejaculating. In a throaty voice she said to me ‘Yes, don’t stop now! I want to see you spurt! Keep on! Don’t slow down! Faster, faster! Yes, that’s it! ‘ As she said this.