"Why should there be one law for some and another for the others? Surely, everyone should be able to do the same things." That's very idealistic, Ana ...weetheart. Money and power will always make accessible more pleasure to some than to others. I should know. I'm priced right out of the reach of most of the Brothel's clients' reach. And that's only right, you know. What joy for the privileged would there be in having access to certain things, if everyone could have them? Some things must be set. She stepped out from it, then pulling me with her, she walked backwards to her desk. Her bum rested against it as she spread her legs wider.Her hands guided my head to her stomach, I took the hint, planting kisses everywhere. My fingers lowered the top of her panties, my mouth following. I came to a tiny triangle of hair and I paused for my tongue to trickle through it.My fingers were tracing up her stocking clad legs, to the suspenders that held them up. I hadn’t actually seen them on a person. It went on and on about making my wife cum so hard. The response was about a paragraph in length.My eyes exploded as I read the last sentence. It said, “I am a woman by the way, and I can fuck your wife as good as any man could!” She then signed it Angela.My original thought was wow! I had never been approached by a woman before about sharing my wife. My wife and I had explored with a few other men in the past, but never the thought of a woman ever came up. My cock got very hard thinking about. ” I slipped into the bathroom and nearly broke my belt buckle trying tofree my aching cock and just as I was starting my first stroke, my wifecalls from the room asking me to order room service, and how to order amovie on the TV. A man’s work is never done so I tucked my throbbing cockback into place and exited the bathroom. “Here honey, put on some shorts and get comfy” my wife said as shetossed my flannel shorts to me and plopped herself on the bed with Becca.They.