I also know he's going to want me again."She got up the courage to glance up at me briefly, something she had not done much in the last hour. "On the ...ther hand, he's married, and so am I. Or at least I was until today. What scares me most is losing you, and I'm so afraid I've already done that." I don't know, yet. I think I can eventually forgive one time. I doubt if I can forgive you if you keep doing it. I don't know if I can ever forgive him. I'm sure he came here today planning to seduce. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke when I heard Becky’s car in the driveway. The clock said 12:25. I got up and dressed—ok, not really dressed. I put on my shirt and my pants, but nothing else. I sat in one of the living room chairs just as she entered. “I wasn’t expecting you to be up,” she said. “How was your evening?” I just smiled, “It was great. We had Chinese and took a shower.” “Somehow I think there was more to it than just getting clean,” she said as a smirk came to her. "She washes her face and begins to brush her teeth. He gets up from his bed and walks to the bathroom as she finishes up. He stands behind her and looks at her in the mirror as he presses his body into hers. Embracing her, he pulls her in tight against his skin and pulls her head back, kisses her, and slides his tongue against hers. As he pulls back from their kiss, he slides a finger into her pussy and one into her mouth."I love your holes. Looking at them, fucking them, probing them, slapping. I need to, in my line of work, as a part-time tranny escort and photographic model.I knew as I walked across the dance floor that I was drawing admiring glances from all the gay men, but there was only one that I had eyes for. Barbie, a friend from Germany, she had called me saying she was coming over on business and would I like to meet up when she was over, of coarse I said yes, She was a full-time high class escort and every time we got together something unforgettable happened, this night.