Then I protested, telling him I was not a street whore…Buck laughed and slapped my face, telling me to shut up.Then he explained those men were his ...lients and they loved to fuck slut married women like me; because their own wives were too conservative to please them in bed…I was angry but I knew he was right: I was a perfect whore now; fucking a strange man behind my loving husband’s back. I was ashamed but part of me was thrilled at the prospect of men wanting to pay money to use my body as a. We got there early so we could see the sites and have a nice meal and relax before she was taken!the day passed and we had had a great day just having fun and being together, I was now getting nervous for her and I.we went back to the hotel and Dawn was getting changed for our evening meal and I said when changed go down stairs and wait for me at the bar whilst I get things ready? she was like what things? you will see.prior to coming down I had spoke to Ben over the phone and told him the time. He could swear he felt her pierced tongue brush his lips, but wrote it off to wishful thinking.The evening started to go downhill from that high point. Jake ended up in a corner drinking beer and watching fashion victims he didn't know and probably didn't want to know pursuing a good time.It had been a few hours, Jake wasn't having a good time, Lilly seemed to have disappeared and he just wanted to go home. His bladder was also getting uncomfortable, but rather than use some stranger's bathroom. A place of warmth covered in the embrace of love and she was safe. Without a word from his bearded lips, he pulled her to her feet and showed the compassion she deserved for he was hers and she was his. No words could animate a life such as that. It was an emotional bond and melding of two hearts. Lives filled with the affinity of lust for each other’s hearts minds bodies and souls. An intricate puzzle of life’s own power. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as if there was no.