Tammy had thought about taking Willy to bed after Amy had mentioned that she'd fucked him a few times and then bought her nice thick dildo to simulate...fucking him. This night, she didn't really care what guy fucked her, and Willy wasn't bad to look at. She wasn't sure how a sexy red-blooded guy like him stood working with a bunch of sexy females who didn't mind showing their bodies off and who ran around behind the stage in the club half-dressed most of the time. And, she knew that Amy and a. How long has she done this? My heart begins to race, how am I going to handle this? She is going to lie to me, how do I make sure she doesn’t?There is a knock at my door, I can feel my heart pounding now, I answer and I am greeted with a hug and a smile, she has no idea. I direct her to the couch, offer a drink which she accepts. I grab her drink along with the print out of her ad. I place them both in front of her. The look on her face when she sees her own ad looking back at her is priceless.. I lived in a single room on the 2nd floor. I used to see Asha every day when I would come and go from my room. Her husband was the fattest guy that I have ever seen but he was pretty rich. I wonder what made Asha agree to marry him. They also had a daughter. Anyways, I was pretty close with them and used to play with the kid as well sometimes. Asha used to come to the terrace to put her clothes for drying.I was in my teens and was at the prime of my sexual urges and fantasized Asha always. I. This morning had dawned with the feeling like a hangover pounding through her body but no aspirin could touch it. Then, to be treated like a worthless servant at work was the final straw. She had walked out 30 minutes before the end of her shift, fully intending to never set foot in that hellhole again, her anger lasting almost until she got to the car. There, walking briskly through the third floor of the parking lot, she had felt the tears coming. By the time she reached her beloved Honda,.