He sent me an email from the classified ad i placed. We then met in RL in the village. He was exactly what i was looking for. A nice guy, athletic and...shaved almost everywhere. We spoke for an hour or two and we agreed to meet again.That day was today, he offered to meet at his place in his condo for 8. I made sure my chest and cock was hair free while taking my shower and rushed to his place anxiously. He greeted me in khakis and t-shirt and offered me a drink to start. I was sitting on his. Margo wouldn't even open the door; she would tell them to wait till Roger got home. Roger couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had his own personal slut.Roger put an engagement ring on her finger to make sure she stayed his.But like most people, Roger didn't read the fine print in the instructions. Margo came with a warning: cheat on her and you'll regret it. I mean really regret it!Margo was home when Roger came in and told her he was going to Vegas for a few days. Margo had no problem with. The obvious wealth was plain to see in the quality of the farming equipment that littered an otherwise, very tidy yard. The chickens that ranged free had a certain haughtiness to them. They fetched a better price than Gary's old mans, probably because the silly sods strutted their stuff with their chests all puffed out, therefore developing better breast muscle tone and therefore, being plumper. Stands to reason dunnit?Betty answered the door, all breathless and eau d cologne ified. Rambo. I called them in and showed them the finished work, the last strokes still a bit wet. Starla cried, talking about how beautiful I’d made her. I couldn’t help but laugh. “That wasn’t much of a challenge, Starla.”They both gave me a tremendous hug, then grinned and asked me to leave. The sounds of their passion echoed through the house as I left, happy with the results, and the check. Ninety thousand, a little cheaper than normal, but it was a pretty simple job.I turned my phone back on, not.