As maids." The Bloop is managed by...." The same woman who runs the Teacup." They treat you like criminals." Half of them are." Yes, on community serv...ce, working for tips." Hease. I know what?s what at the B&B." Do you? How many clients will you see, a typical day at the Teacup?" I dunno. Six?" Sixteen. Thirty-minute slots, eight-hour shifts. Some girls do sixes orfours. Those women are not on contract, paying off debt." I?ll do more guys at the Bloop. I know this. That?s why they pay. It was obvious that my wife approved as she moved lower onto all fours and she began licking and sucking with even more passion. I was so fixated on what was happening with my wife that I barely kept up my end of the conversation with the couple I was with so they slowing moved on. Yes, I was really turned on by what was happening but I was feeling a little inadequate and seriously second guessing myself. This was much harder to deal with than I imagined it would be. To add to that, I was. I had never been eaten before, and frankly, I thought the whole thing was sick and disgusting. We went into the closet and they shut on the red light. Bathed in red he stepped toward me with a hungry look. “We don’t have to do this you know, we can just say we did.” I offered. “You don’t want to?” He asked looking puzzled.“I don’t want to make you do it.” I replied. I really liked Bert and I didn’t want to shed my mysterious bad girl image I had built up. He took my hands in his and leaned into. I found a place where I could hide the box and said nothing.At first, Jennifer came and joined me in my bed on the floor in front of the heater. One evening, Jennifer told me she’d had enough of sleeping on the hard floor and that ‘WE’ were going to sleep in the bed behind the curtain. I realized that I was so in love with Jennifer that it was futile to argue with her, so that night my bed on the floor never got used.As the days passed, I noticed that Jennifer was becoming less modest and would.