Anyway, I wanted to go back and see what kind of… clients you get. Make sure things are on the up and up.”In most cases, that would be a perfectly...legitimate argument. He adopted me as an infant and took care of me even after my mother died, so my safety has always been of primary concern to him. Where that story fell apart was that he actually entered the booth looking for my ‘services’.“Right, well how come you came into the booth then?” His face turned bright red as I asked that, and I could. Slowly, I see hismeat exposing itself to me again… (He is a tease!),until I see the bottom edge of his penis-cap, and backinto her. And back out, back in, out, in…“OH NO!?” the disbelief is in his voice, and on hisface that’s tilted back so far I could see it! “K A R EN!”Only in that instant did I realize I had leaned forwardinto the light of the room. David’s standing there.(“God, the cum is spurting from the tip of his stiffthrobbing cock,. She stopped at the fridge long enough for a bottle of Perrier, a glass of red wine and a bowl of fresh red strawberries before making her way to the bathroom and drawing a steamy hot bubble bath for herself.She smiled at her image in the mirror as the bath steamed and bubbles built, she could barely keep her hands off herself as she un-dressed, the insatiable urge for release had already started. She leaned back and drew up all of her hair in one movement and twirled it up to affix with a hair. Sometimes we would take care of our special needs like shaving each other's pussies or removing unwanted hair from our bums. It was not sexual in any respect, only taking care of each other.Gregory had been the perfect third leg of our trio. He was all caught up in football and he was wound tightly around the finger of an absolute bitch from hell called Gwen. Alice and I called her "Gwen the Hen" and some other names less ladylike. We had no doubt she would have murdered all three of us if she.