Of the 17 guys I dated only 3 got their hands on my body and only 2 were able to get into my pants. The first one was Greg and the second was my husb...nd Martin. Martin knew about Greg and actually knew Greg in high school, then both attended the same college and became good friends there. It was not until Martin and I became a couple when they were home from school and I had allowed him favors that I told him about Greg and what we had done. It was somewhat later that I told him about my. Then make me another drinkand come up to my bedroom. Take some time to look at your new life. Butnot too long, I still have plans for the rest of the evening."She left the room and started up the stairs, carrying my clothes in herarms. I was left, nude with the glasses, standing in the maid'squarters, totally overcome by the events that had just transpired.Standing there, hesitating, I looked in the mirror over the counter,trying to decide what to do. All I could see was my cock. .. I've still got the guy's jacket and I never even found out what his name was. I start going through the pockets of the jacket while Joe starts making inferences that go right over my seriously obtuse head. The jacket smelled of Old Spice, weed, and menthols. In the inside pocket, I found his wallet, and inside that, a business card with a phone number. For the record, his name was Jesus. Turns out the guy sold used cars, and he carried a pager. I plugged sent the guy a page from Joe's phone,. Then I said I'd see them in thirty minutes.My next task was to rouse my two sleeping assistants. They had not stirred much when I made my announcement."I guess I'd better give you the rest," Izzy said when I had them up and in the bathroom."Deedee and I need to go back to New Orleans to follow up on what we started last week. Abby says she's staying with you, but I was hoping we could take Karla with us again. I don't know how long it will take, but we may be there another week," she informed.