Mary said she had a couple of rules she wanted me to follow. It was good that I did not have a girlfriend, because they did not want any girlfriends t... come and spend the night in my room. That was the most important rule, she added that she wanted to know if I was out if I was going to come home that evening or stay out. It just made her feel safer if I communicated with her.I would get breakfast and dinner included in the rent and also lunch if I was home. This was more than I ever could have. We were just polishing off a six pack of Coors. We had been talking about this and that as we fished. I had just finished telling him about an awful date I just had with one of the girls from work. She was boring and not interested in putting out. Josh looked at me for a minute. I want to talk to you about something. Ever since we got married, I have been trying to get Joan to let me fuck her in the ass and she has kept saying no. I had never heard Josh talk so frankly about his sex life with. I use several layers of panties to prolong the tease — something I picked up from a ‘How to Strip’ video on the internet. The first pair were red boy shorts. I wiggled my ass in front of him and danced away. I lay on the floor and caressed my pussy through the panties. I had soaked through all three pairs already! I got off up the floor and danced towards him. He had immediately fallen into his role as patron of dancers and slipped $1 into the top of my stockings. The music ended and I strutted. He took her picture when she dropped her hands.“What is that for?” she asked.“Twitter! Do you mind? I’m an admin for Yorkshire Chavs, Slags and Slappers,” he said. He explained in England that was slang for a slutty girl who liked showing off her body.“Oh, well, which am I? A chav, slag or a slapper?” Melanie smirked.“I’d imagine a bit of all three,” Nigel smirked as he watched her boobs bounce up and down.“Would a chav suck your cock for a fifty dollar tip?” Melanie smiled.“I’d imagine she’d.