’ ‘And who pays for the service,’ Roger asked. ‘The client of course and since you are not the client. Why should you worry about it.’ She a...ked. ‘Because the client will have the keys to the back door,’ Roger said. ‘Good point, can we at least go to your house to discuss it. I don’t like discussing this kind of thing in the drive with the sun going down,’ she said. ‘Sure why not,’ Roger said. She drove down the drive leaving him to mount his scooter. When he arrived she was already out of the. She didn’t say a word as was her way and I knew when she was comfortable she’d speak. I heard a soft scraping noise outside and looked up just as zia snuck up to my batwing doors and peeked inside the door a moment. She flashed an impish grin before slithering fully inside. I watched her softly rounded hips sway to and fro in a sensual rhythm as she made her way towards the serving furs. As she melted down upon them I heard her whisper in a soft tone. “May zia greet please?” “Hiya zia.”. "Pardon me?" I said.She repeated the same price."I'd like to take it, then," I said."Excellent," she said, as we moved to the door of the duplex. "You will have to fill out a rental application first, though."Back in her unit, she handed me the form. "You can take it with you and either return it to me when you've completed it, or fax me a copy. Or you can fill it out here, if you wish, and I can start processing it immediately." I'll fill it out here, if you don't mind," I said. "I'll feel a. “Yes, Baby.”“Can we do something that I used to dream of?”“Something you dreamed of. I’m guessing that it’s something that we haven’t done either individually or inside our marriage with our wives.”“Nope. I want to make love to you ... under the Christmas tree.”I smiled at my smallest wife and stood, offering her my hand. She got up and stepped onto the couch.“Kiss me.”We were almost looking eye to eye with her standing on the couch and I took her in my arms and kissed her. Our tongues danced.