That bastard is cheating, too – well I do not have any proof, but I damn well suspect that he is. I have seen how that little slutty receptionist lo...ks at him. How he is always "bumping" into the divorcee across the street.I can come up with ten thousand different ways that what I am doing is a lot less worse than what he is doing.But why do I feel this is just a rationalization to excuse my actions? Am I just trying to convince myself?Week 8I really miss my friends. In the beginning, the. Elaine started looking through the outfits, ignoring me for the time being. Taking the time to look around I notice about 10 other women in the store. I over hear a sales woman telling a customer that indeed this outfit is easy to remove when you dance. It seems that the local strippers use this store.Elaine chose three outfits for a French Maids outfit, a schoolgirl outfit, a hooker's uniform, for me to try on. She hands them to me then points at an open changing room. I grab the outfits and. To break the ice Daddy told me to change my clothes. I picked out a sweet blue floral set he bought me recently. I was quite nervous, but rum helps with that.I don’t know how it all got started. Sitting between them practically naked is probably a good guess though. I cozied up to Daddy, nuzzling him on his neck while bending over so Jake could get a good look at my ass. I started running my hand up and down Jakes thigh, warming him up to get his cock stroked. Slowly, I moved my hand around his. He told us that he only got close once, but that the girl was too small to fit him in. I found that understandable,as there are seasoned whores who couldn't take him. That was it, one near miss. No hand jobs, no oral; aside from that one girl he had never even fingered anyone. "Well all that can change if you want it to Jody," I offered. "Do you want to learn, because we'd like to teach you." I then beckoned Wendy over. She stood towering over both of us. I then pulled the bow holding.