.." What goes on in these VIP rooms?" he repeated his question. He looked at his wife and saw the tears running down her cheeks. He waited patiently f...r her reply.This was it. Her next words would determine the fate of their marriage. If she told him the truth–that she had taken men back to the VIP room and fucked them–he may get so mad at her he wants a divorce. If she tries to evade the question and doesn't tell him everything, he may already know and he will get mad at her for that.She. “Hi, Brittany, did you have a hard day at the office? Why don’t you relax and let me help you take off those clothes.” Brittany takes off her blouse and lays it on the bed and takes off her bra. “Do you like it when I touch your breasts? You have such awesome breasts. Even better than Erin’s.” Brittany’s unzipping her skirt when she stops and looks out the bedroom into the other room. (She hears knocking on her door, but we don’t know that.) “What’s wrong, Britt?” Brittany zips the skirt back. I had a lot of faith in rule 5: "If calories are an issue, store your chocolate on top of the fridge. Calories are afraid of heights, and they will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves." I needed the stepping stool and a screwdriver.Her face was neutral when I set the stool under an air conditioning vent and removed the plate. But that smug little grin was back full force when my hands found nothing in the ductwork. So much for the half-pound bags of M&Ms. I wasted a minute restoring. “Well Alan, you are so pretty”. I said loudly. “I have heard of guys like you. Average Joe by the day and a true butt slut by the night”. I had started to push him around. “No. It is not true. Please do not tell anybody”. Alan had started pleading. He was not only looking very pretty but sexy too and I surely wanted to fuck him so bad, as he begged me not to tell anybody. My cock was getting harder and throbbing already. Now I knew why my friend Richard always begged me to dress up and how much.