I watched intently from my office when Tom showed up at the house. Debbie stopped him in the kitchen.“We can’t have sex today. My pussy is on fire...and I’m very dry.”Tom didn’t argue, “I don’t think I could anyway. My dick is screaming in pain and I don’t think I can get it up. I don’t know what is going on.”They talked for a while till Debbie accused him of giving her an STD. Tom got defensive and left.I called Jennifer, who didn’t act surprised or concerned when told her about their illness.. " Like I said, sir, I was pleased to help, the lady looked a bit distraught." Yes, my driver crashed on the way to pick her up. The fucking idiot didn't have his mobile phone with him."I said nothing and waited for him to continue."Your car."I still waited,"You obviously didn't buy it on the wages I pay you." No sir." then I felt cheeky and added, "I couldn't buy a push bike on what you pay me, sir."His wife didn't bother hiding her laughter that time, even the boss managed a grin."Well my. He was of my age, and what if dad comes to know about this, it is not good for our family that the mother is a free prostitute”. Tears flew down her eyes, she did not speak anything, there was silence for some time before she covered her face with her hands and cried.She started pleading me not to make the matter known to dad and it would ruin the family. I told her I needed something in return. She instantly pounced on me that I was trying to blackmail her and she was getting used by her won. Diane turned to look at her and smiled, “What are you doing?” Shelly grinned and asked slyly if she should stop. “I didn’t say that. I just asked.” With that Shelly moved a finger in between Diane’s legs and felt the dampness there. She smiled and removed her hand as John headed to the door with dinner. He opened it and walked in. “Who’s ready to eat?” he asked, Shelly giggled and replied, “Well, I am.” The double entendre was obvious to Diane. She held back a smile. They moved to the dining.