Connie hated playing these little towns, and especially hated playing motel lounge sets."Why do you book me in these holes?" she screamed at her agent...when he called her that morning? "You know that I hate them. The rooms are always dumpy and the lounge holds maybe forty people. Big deal!" Connie Franks loved to complain, especially if she thought that she was not being pampered enough. Her agent wisely said nothing in response.At 25, she had been a recording star for nearly ten years, having. What was once simple is now difficult. Do you think I’m going crazy?’ ‘No dear, you’re learning the human concept of love. It’s a by-product of your interaction with him. I had no idea you’d be receptive to it as you apparently are. I thought you’d lose patience and resort to changing him long before now,’ Anastasia said when she appeared lost in thought, recalling her courtship with Adrian as though it was only yesterday. She continued with, ‘Adrian had periods of emotional outbursts and. They hadbeen riding on the trails when they saw me sittingthere so they rode over and stopped to chat. Of course my husband was working and these two knewthat, it did not take very long for the small talk tobecome lined with a lot of insinuating remarks aboutour “possible” threesome. Comments like, “So you thinkyou can take us both on at once?” – “Can you feel ourcocks inside of you now?”Everyone was grinning at the mere thought of it. That’swhen. Then lowering her voice conspiratorially, 'once we?re both back from ourhoneymoons there is nothing to say we cant spend the odd afternoon in anice fluffy bed pleasuring each other with our tongues. Who knows wemight even put on a performance for our men to spice things up alittle. But make no mistake about it; you're a cunt just like me. Youare nothing more than tits and ass to the world Bobbie. So like it ornot, the only cock in your life from now on will be pumping cum intoyour hole'.I broke.