It was a Sunday morning. My husband was at the gym. I would lie, I would do anything to see Murat. "Yes, where?" I asked him. "I can come pick you up ...mail me your address." He told me. Murat had moved to Vegas too he was only an hour from me. Fate had been both kind and cruel. I emailed him my address and sent my husband a text. I showered and dressed in a black long maxi dress. I couldn't believe this was finally happening. I told my husband I was going to the mall and that I would meet some. Her face was absolutely beautiful, from her sexy mouth to her little nose and light green eyes. She could have easily been a model, except her breasts were a little large for a model.Cheryl was engaged to be married in six months; she hated that her best friend wouldn’t be around to be her bridesmaid. They had talked many times while growing up about being in each other’s wedding when they got married. The one dark moment in the otherwise wonderful day would be when she walked down the aisle. ”Harold was selling everything to his former bodyguard. His house, his one remaining apartment building, and the last of his 18 whores.Gertie took her time with the paperwork, knowing neither man-child would read through it. She explained each contract, one line at a time. The house — sign and sign. The apartments — sign and sign. The whores, listed as ‘good will’ as well as miscellaneous goods and services — sign and sign.As instructed, Harold ceremoniously handed over the keys to his empire. What the fuck is going on, why did you let these to boys in here? Mr. Johnson I am naked send them away right this second or we are done. As she is screaming she also trying to cover up. Am just standing there with a large bulge in my pants. Mr. Johnson walks right up to this naked girl and tells her to shut the fuck up and get on her knees, I need my cock sucked and you are going to do that with these boys watching you. Now if you don’t do as I ask I will go straight over to your home.