It's not going to cost you a dime."She pulled a business card out of her purse, handing it to Mark who looked at the front and then turned it over. He...handed it to me and I read her name, Francine McClaren, and her title, Assistant Managing Director, Ford Modeling Agency. I blinked at that."You work for the Ford Modeling Agency?" I asked kind of needlessly, but that was just about the only modeling agency I'd ever heard of."Who did you think I worked for, dear?" Frannie smiled. "I don't usually. What a pathetic fucking loser, no wonder I left you." She scowled. "Hey Isaac, come and see this."Isaac was one of the men my wife had been fucking on and off. He was tall and handsome with large biceps and a chiseled chest. A fitness instructor, the kind of pretty boy all the girls want to fuck. I hadn't met him but when he spoke I recognized his voice."Wow! What a slut! Huh. What do you think babe? What shall we do with him?" HIM!" she snapped. "He's not a man. SHE is a naughty little bitch. She seemed so intrigued the first time. Finally able to trust himself enough to stimulate his organ again without going off seconds thereafter, he mounted the woman in front of him and pushed his sex inside. Forcefully he recuperated, beating himself in and out of her pussy, his eleven year old child a foot below them sound asleep. Both he and the girls mother let their grunts spark ramped through the room. Jonas used his strength to pull at his wifes shoulders, down and back into him even. Taking turns they lavished his cock with expert attention, keeping Damien teetering on the brink ejaculation. His hands roamed their bodies freely grasping their naked breasts and satiny thighs whenever they came within reach. With Damien begging for mercy Maggie mounted his cock, steadying herself, one foot on the lounge the other on the ground. ‘We are a big boy, aren’t we?’ she exclaimed as she used a hand to guide Damien’s cock inside her. She sat there a moment enjoying the feel of his.