As Nike was finishing his coffee, stackingtheir bags for the bellman, and watching the Weather Channel a beautifulvision emerged from the bathroom.Bre... sat on the bed and put on her new pair of red soled dark blue opentoed sling backs that matched the blue flowers in her yellow dressperfectly. Nike stood there taking her all in, her perfect form in thetight bodice with full skirt yellow and blue dress, her perfect makeup,her hair in a tight bun held by a clip matching her earrings andnecklace. Her husband is a mean, burly jealous and very bad-tempered bully, but he's away a lot. My uncle Boris has given me a few hundred quid for defloration by a professional lady of the night. Should I play it straight or bang the cougar and spill the cash on weed?Yours fed up with hand beating my cock to a sore, reddened lump of meat when I know that the sweet embrace of a juiced-up pussy is willing and waiting just the other side of the garden fence,Billy BallcockWell, Billy, these are the sort of. No matter how he described it I knew that he expected me to have sex with these clients. “Who were these clients” I wondered. He described them as high-end business men so at least I wouldn’t expect to be engaged with guys like my ex-boyfriend. I went back to the kitchen and retrieved his business card from my bag. I started at it. Was his promise to double my salary enough to make me think hard about this?All weekend I chopped and changed about what to do. I thought about the sex part several. Maybe it’s a total lack of testicular fortitude. The opportunity comes and it goes ... That’s more or less what I expected as I entered the ethnic foods aisle.She picked me up from the far end and we came at one another like a couple of fighters on an attack run, strafing. I eyeballed her fingers -- thick, like the rest of her, and not bearing any rings at all -- and she watched me like a hawk, catching the move and recognizing it for what it was. Neither of us looked at a damned thing until.