’ “I couldn’t believe it. In today’s money, Agence Internationale was charging almost $400 an hour minimum. And, for the top girls, Jean-Claud... wanted more than $8,000 for twelve hours of ‘work’! One part of me wanted to ask, ‘Where do I sign up?’ and another part of me said ‘Listen Mate, I don’t want to be a whore.’ “But what Jean-Claude said to me next really took me by surprise. “ ‘Of course, by now you realise that M. Carroll, Clive, is a client of ours,’ Jean-Claude explained. ‘He told me. Williams two months before Maria was born. She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Becky to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening years. My status and income were significantly higher. So was my work load.It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Becky was eight months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives significantly.I was at the office when the phone rang. It was. I motioned for her to bring the dildo over to me. She had this devilish smile on her face.Diane positioned herself at the head of the bed. She motioned for me to turn Sammie around so that her face was close to Diane's pussy. I told Sammie she had to move and she turned right into Diane's cunt. She mumbled something softly, but I didn't catch it. Diane looked down at her sister and smiled. "Sammie honey, would you like to taste this nice hard, black cock? Hmm, would you sweety. It's right here. Their breasts rubbed together smoothly, andthe strap-on gently worked its way into Tomoko's vagina, stretching thetiny space even more than the dildo had. Tomoko grunted with pleasurethrough the ball gag; Anne just smiled as she repeatedly thrust in andout, her breasts swaying with each cycle. Just as Tomoko's squeaksreached a near-crescendo, though, Anne backed off. Throwing the strap-on off to a side, she began sliding her body against Tomoko's again,grinding their pussies together in a.