I chatted to Leon, the club owner. The guy who wanted my wife to make some hardcore movies. He was charming. He liked what he saw. Gerry had introduce... me when Eve was changing. Introduced me as Eve’s husband, and manager. We sat round a table. He wanted her to make movies. He also wanted her to work for him in the club. We haggled. Not over what she would be expected to do, but over the price. We reached an agreement. The price agreed. She wouldn’t like it, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was. .so fuckin empty.” Monica’s voice was soft, deep and husky. Anyone who knew the cute, vivacious college grad would not even recognize her voice. She sounded like someone else entirely. Someone not so nice as Monica had always been. Monica’s eyes started to slide up and down and side to side behind her closed lids. All she could see were purple and green colors. Sweat and spit poured down her face, neck, boobs and shaking abs. “Make m…m..me so f.f..fuck..fucking empty……the…then..fill. The feeling of the sun on my nylon clad legs was amazing and i soon lay back and hitched my dress up further to expose all of my legs.I was so focused on enjoying the feeling of the sun and gentle breeze blowing across my tights that i didn't hear the two men who had approached. Apparently the spot i had chosen to relax in was a cruising spot for gay men. As i opened my eyes i saw the 2 of them standing there with each others cocks in hand looking at my legs as they slowly stroked each other.. The cat came to my table leapt up to sit on the stool, threw down a couple hundred dollars worth of chips and that’s how we met. I guess that’s how all relationships start if you think about it. You throw your chips on the table, and see what happens. By throwing down that much at the outset, he let me know he was no small time kitty. He saw me staring at him, not moving. He asked me if I was okay. Did I need a drink or something? I shook my head and blinked a few times. The cat was talking to.