He was Gary and in his 40s. A little taller than my husband, he had fair hair. "Come here slut." I went over to them."What are you." I'm Pauline and I...m a slut." She is still in training and needs plenty of discipline." I was mortified as he went on to describe the things he had done to me. Gary then brought us to the other bedroom at the end of the corridor. I froze when I saw a woman standing by the window dressed exactly like me but in red. She was about 40, slim with black hair. I felt sick. The check settled, I suggested we go to a quiet wine bar I knew of not too far from the restaurant. It was a pleasant stroll for just a couple of blocks, the girls walking in front. I admired the grace with which Kerry walked, the seductive movement of her hips. Georgia’s dress flowed about her sensuously, occasionally clinging to her ass. I wondered if she was wearing anything under it. While the girls chatted, Rick and I walked in silence. I knew he was admiring the same things as I and I. She said she had what he required. Arrangements were made for Vic to come over to her condo at six on Wednesday.On the drive to her condo Vic thought about Cindy. He knew her well enough to say hi, but had never had an in-depth conversation with her. She did seem like a nice person. There was no doubt she had a killer figure with nice legs that were continually advertised by the short skirts and high-heel shoes she wore. Her breasts were also a little larger than what you would expect because. ” I assumed she did because she was grunting and groaning in ecstasy. Judy whispered back in my ear, “Trish is getting awfully red, I think she is about to have a major orgasm.” Judy laughed about two minutes later and said, “wow, she’s got cum all over her and leaking out of her mouth.” The guys had to get going and good byes were said. Trish said, “wow Judy, I’m glad you talked us into this it was one of the best things I ever did.” Sheri said, “I agree but doesn’t the dickless wonder deserve.