" A prostitute stands on a corner or sits on a barstool and takes on anyone who has the price. You would be more of a high class call girl. You wouldn...t be looking for customers; it would all be set up ahead of time. Say Bill calls me and says he will be in town on the twentieth for some meetings and he has to stay the night. He asks me if I can find him some company so I say sure and I call one of the girls on my list." So you are a pimp?" Nope. I don't take a dime for setting him up with a. So i have a small covert cam in the house so i set it up in the sitting room so i could hear what was being said expecting all the chat up lines he would use to try to get into her pants. what i got was my wife welcoming him into our home wearing a dressing gown and little babydoll nothing else the did everything he went down on her she sucked him , then they started having sex right in our living room the thing he was doing to her she allways told me she hates, spanking, deep throat ,even. “Yes, let’s.”They had been at the shooting range some minutes, giggling at each other’s lack of hunting prowess, when a familiar voice made Libby’s stomach flip.“Hey girls, you’re not going to bring home much supper firing like that.” Jared wrapped a strong arm around each of their waists. “Want me to show you how it’s done?”Sasha restrained herself from responding, while Libby struggled for any words at all. Finally she managed: “Aren’t you keeping people safe over on the ride?” Like she had. I felt surprisingly well rested, especially considering the limited amount of actual sleep we had. Maria and I had definitely put our new bodies through their paces as soon as we turned in. It was like we were on our honeymoon again. Actually, my body was a lot more resilient than when I was a kid and we were first married.I probably had four hours sleep and felt like I could go all day. With the cancer, I'd been lucky to stay awake for four hours out of 24. Hard to believe that was only a.