"Dave's curiosity was now really raised. "What sort of service wouldthat be?"Sipping her coffee, the girl said, "You know, companion, escort, thatsor... of thing."Dave could tell that the girl was quite attractive, but a hundred andfifty thousand would buy a lot of escorts."I take it that this is a full time thing," inquired Dave."Oh yes and of course that includes clothing, upkeep and somejewelry," added the girl."And I assume a good deal of intimate contact?" continued Dave."Of course, we lady. Michelle was wearing a loose shirt that wasn’t tucked in, so I slid my hand up under it and stopped when I had my hand firmly around her nice soft tit. I rubbed it, kneaded it, and had a grand old time doing all of this at the bar within 4 seats of her husband. As I continued to fondle her tit, Michelle would reach back and squeeze my thigh and touch my crotch. This continued over the next few times I stopped after work, then Michelle took it to the next step. The next time I stopped, I took. I reached down and adjusted my underwear in an attempt to make my lust a bit less obvious. All the while the blood remaining in my brain began to consider all the combinations and permutations of male and female that might occur if perchance my stars were to be truly in alignment that Saturday evening.She stood alone, surveying the motley crew of college students crowded into a single dorm room. She smiled as her eyes flicked from person to person, from group to group. Some of those present. ”“Okay but then we also have to double penetrate her.”“Just don’t you be touching my junk.”“My balls will be smacking your balls, old man.”We both came a few seconds later in long hot spurts up and across our own chests.Three Weeks Later“I’m sorry, Ben-Isaac. It’s another dead end, a null result.”My brain heard “anal result” so I stifled a laugh. I looked over at me, he thought the same thing.“What? What did I say?” Trish looked worried.“Nothing,” I answered. I pointed at him. “He thought you.